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 I break your glass chin?
Mista Rippa, than 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 joint cocked, my hand's off my hip.
This little nigga the lead, that ass fled,
of your boys wounded, three of your men dead.
Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Foot comin' deep like (hillbillyyyyy).
Can't the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,
I gotta get so I can do more crime.
See my down the block, risin' up out their spot,
puffin' in the hood where the spot is hot.
My Timbs tension by stompin' next when I'm vexed,
up your dick-beaters, kid, it's time to flex.

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

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

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

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

One: 4x
Chorus 2x

and we out like that...
(okay, we to rock...)