Luyện nghe bài hát You Know What I'm About (Original Version)

L]
When I cruise the ghetto I drive slow
I'm to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five-oh
A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs
I live raw and went to war the law
My only was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plot
Hot and for selling hops on the drug spot
G's were clocked, fat knots in the sock
And cops who tried to stop got knocked when I popped a glock
She was ran right for me and my man
I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Cause we can put the guns down and go one
With the hands my man, I the one to get done, clown
I can adverse my style, cause I'm
Quick to burst a child, I'm living worse than
I pack two tecs in case your flex
I wet up the set in a and yell "Who's next?"
To feel the of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft
Turn your staff into a then laugh
get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack
I attack in black with a gat and a hat
On 139 street, Malcom X
It's of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card
I tell effects a beef start
here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart
I fucked up send they up, make 'em get a juice up
For those who refuse, I the uz and light them fools up
I had beef with this nigga named
Now he's in a casket, up with his hands crossed
A beatdown from L, that's all pranksters get
Like I'll gank a vic, I'm on real gangster shit
I'm fucking with no handicapped or cripple bitches
Look at my style real close and you'll see 6's
Crimes I committed, I'm a villian, it
I'm the type to murder you and your moms I'm the kid who did it
and love is something that I don't rhyme about
Fuck what you heard, you know what I'm

Knocking off, knocking niggas out
niggas off, knocking niggas out
Knocking niggas off, knocking out
Knocking off, you know what I'm about (Repeat 2x)

[Lord
It's the man with the flow
Some niggas don't me, but I don't give a fuck, though
Cause I'm in command
I'm smacking niggas up like Puerto Ricans handball
I the funny type
To around, I gotta get my motherfucking money right
Cause I got the game
Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice
I'm numbers with no practice
I'm snatching up like the motherfuckers owe taxes
Cause I got
I'm rolling headcrack trips and all the brothers mad at me
Word, I'm taxing
I'm shitting on niggas like I just had a
Trying to earn I ain't the one to see
You fuck around and get played like the drum machine
You gotta a better way
I'll pull card, your file, shit, plus your resume
I don't play, clown
I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay
I smile, don't try to pull my file
I lay your ass like towel, you my motherfucking style
So just slow cause y'all can't throw down
can't accept that a nigga's making dough now
And I'm better, troop
And I'm making more noise than a fucking heavy group
I'm a cool man, a brother a smooth plan
why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand
So it, don't try to run around or speak it
Point blank, I my whereabouts secret
While are packing steel, acting ill
I'm on the DL a female and I'm stacking bills
How I'm living? is well
Cause a like me, well I'm ringing bells
Without doubt I got
Yo fuck that shit, yo you what I'm about

Knocking niggas off, niggas out
niggas off, knocking niggas out
Knocking niggas off, niggas out
Knocking niggas off, you know I'm about (Repeat 2x)

L]
Word, you know what I'm about
Go get your steel and guard you grill, you niggas
I ain't having it for '92, niggas, 'em up