Luyện nghe bài hát Work Magic

I'm ride, I'm gon' ride
They ride! We all gon' ride!

I've come from the of South Side
Holdin' it down for my niggaz died
I gotta bird on my side
Pop and get your whole mouth wired

Baby right, stay off the payroll
I niggaz scrapin' the skin off your face
With the shit that peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm he gave us
The willpower and the reflexes of Davis

You don't see my block formin'
a hundred and one dawgs
And I mean the ones with the spots on 'em
We're respected
'Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to a body

Me and money's like Whitney, next to
If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra
As soon as you ain't Jake
You get ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of

I got the crown
And you can tell I'm shoppin'
'Cause when the mall stampedin' you the ground shake
I got a car I only on Thursdays
I'm a stunner, Banks blows more cake birthdays

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here
I'm for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! shit right here
I work magic and make you disappear

Looka here, nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm almost
Oh yeah! shit right here
I magic and make you niggaz disappear

You know how I gets down, this pound hold six
I told you I'd be back bitch, talk that now!
You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when I rounds
this ain't Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks now

We ain't got shit down but dope and guns for sale
You get your head cracked, then don't run and tell
It's we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail
We on 'Fuck the police' shit, we're livin' in hell

You better guard your grill homey and your ground
bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around
I never learned even after I a couple shots
I got me some Band-Aids and bought a couple Glocks

Had to go on a rampage, and hit a couple
Once they hear 12 gauge, that's when the trouble stops
If it's then I'm ready to ride, just come to Cashville
You can find me on the Side, motherfucker!

Looka here, nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm almost
Oh yeah! shit right here
I work magic and make you disappear

Looka here, ain't nobody here scared
I'm for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! Shiny right here
I work magic and make you disappear

Now I from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five
You know Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my name
the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind
Cussin' a line, a lot of suckers came

you talkin' shit, but we can all tell he ass
Jazz and his eyes like the R. Kelly mass
You gotta me yo, 'cause the Louisville'll
Have your lookin' like the top of a pistachio

The young gunner the raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend's a ho
My heart laugh and it's small, maybe 'cause
My grand pop dropped right the ball

Banks out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel when you hot, hawk you
I got the on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder
The tucker, motherfucker!

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here
I'm headed for the top and I'm almost
Oh yeah! Shiny shit here
I work magic and you niggaz disappear

Looka here, ain't 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and I'm there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit here
I work magic and make you niggaz

Geah, haha, motherfucker, I'm here,
Lloyd Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g,
G-Unit! Money by any means,