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

L]
When I through 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 therefore
I live raw and to war with the law
My only picture was a mugshot, for thugs got plot
Hot and swell for selling hops on the spot
G's were clocked, fat were in the sock
And cops who to stop shop got knocked when I popped a glock
She was ran right for me and my man
Cause I to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Cause we can put the guns and go one round
With the my man, I ain't the one to get done, clown
I can adverse my style, I'm versatile
Quick to burst a child, I'm living worse foul
I two tecs in case your crew flex
I wet up the set in a second and "Who's next?"
To feel the wrath of a psychopath, it up like Shaft
Turn your staff into a bloodbath laugh
You'll get like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack
I attack in black with a gat and a hat
On 139 street, X Boulevard
It's of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card
I tell when a beef start
Listen sweetheart, the Big L is street smart
I up send they crews up, make 'em get a juice up
For those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and them fools up
I had beef this nigga named Randolph
Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands
A beatdown from L, that's all pranksters get
Like gank a vic, I'm on some real gangster shit
I'm fucking with no handicapped or cripple bitches
Look at my style real and you'll see triple 6's
Crimes I committed, I'm a villian, it
I'm the type to you and tell your moms I'm the kid who did it
Peace and love is that I don't rhyme about
Fuck what you heard, you what I'm about

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

[Lord
It's the man the plush flow
Some don't like me, but I don't give a fuck, though
Cause I'm in y'all
I'm niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball
I the funny type
To joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking money
I got the right game
Definitely the wrong man to invite to a game
I'm rolling with no practice
I'm snatching up dough the motherfuckers owe taxes
Cause I got
I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the 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 clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum
You gotta find a way
I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your
Cause I play, clown
I gotta get mine, that's why my face frown
I don't smile, don't try to pull my
I lay your ass towel, you know my motherfucking style
So just down 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 more noise than a fucking heavy metal group
I'm a cool man, a with a smooth plan
That's why I'm seeing more papers than a stand
So peep it, don't try to run or speak it
Point blank, I keep my whereabouts
niggas are packing steel, acting ill
I'm on the DL with a and I'm stacking bills
How I'm living? Everything is
Cause a nigga like me, well I'm bells
Without I got clout
Yo fuck that shit, yo you know I'm about

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

L]
Word, you know what I'm about
Go get your and guard you grill, you bitch-ass niggas
I having it for '92, niggas, word 'em up