Luyện nghe bài hát Work Magic

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

I've from the heart of South Side
Holdin' it down for my that died
I gotta dizzy bird on my
Pop shit and get your whole mouth

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

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

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

I got the snake
And you can when 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 than birthdays

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

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

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

We ain't got shit down here but dope and for sale
You get head cracked, then niggaz 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 stand your
bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around
I never learned even I took a couple shots
I just got me some Band-Aids and bought a Glocks

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

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

Now I ain't Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five
You know Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you my fuckin' name
Whether the truck or train, my stuck on the grind
Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers

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 head like the top of a pistachio

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

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

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

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

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