Luyện nghe bài hát Wrektime

[Where Brooklyn at?]

You're too to fight, plus you're too thin to win,
and who ya gonna call when I break glass chin?
Mista Rippa, slicker your sista.
Turn the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.
Keep a lid on your lip so wig won't get split.
Better have your cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
This nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.
Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Flat Foot deep like (hillbillyyyyy).
hear the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,
I get away so I can do more crime.
See my down the block, risin' up out their spot,
meth in the hood where the spot is hot.
My Timbs ease tension by stompin' next I'm vexed,
throw up your dick-beaters, kid, time to flex.

Chorus 4x
[I am what I am] / And I do I do
[Puff mad lye] / Catch with my crew

[Sent to represent the heads,
the dreads on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk dead.
I the fence of stress and tension,
hit the Benz hit the spliff with my friends
and catch mad wreck with my man I am what I am
[That's why my fans show when I slam sets.
I don't front for you, your crew, a stunt,
roll up the blunts, real niggas do what they want.
Big up to all criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
and all Camp Generaaaals.
I be gettin' with my squad on the project step
and you'll when my mob flex.
Glam to the man that sham I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I'm gamblin.
Collect trap then add it to my fat stacks,
chill, be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.]

Chorus 2x
Puff mad lye / wreck with my crew]
Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my
Puff mad lye / [Catch with my crew]
I am what I am / [And I do I do]

Tek: goin' down. [Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready]
Strap up the arms it's time to be jetty.
[Ya niggas violated when you crossed thin line.]
in Bucktown and now you're all mine.
[Here batty One move and you're dead.
[Got my glocks and they're pointed at your head]
Your operation's DEAD AND STINKIN', DOWN WITH BRICKS AND
RIVER SINKIN'.
Got my hoodie on and my boots, troop.
[Kick your bottom row of fronts out, Dupe]
Ya best protect frame before you tow out it, G.
halfway sane, that's what the Lord tells me]
But I chose to fuzz [smoke buzz]
And lamp in the Camp the rest of the THUGS, 'cause
[I am, what I am, and I do I do]
mad lye, catch wreck with my crew.

Chorus 4x
Two: 2x

Smif-N-Wessun and we out that...
(okay, we to rock...)