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

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When I through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I give a fuck about five-oh
A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs
I live raw and to war with the law
My only was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plot
Hot and swell for selling hops on the spot
G's were clocked, fat knots in the sock
And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I a glock
She was ran for me and my man Mike
Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean I can't fight
Cause we can put the down and go one round
With the hands my man, I ain't the one to get done,
I can my style, cause I'm versatile
Quick to a child, I'm living worse than foul
I pack two tecs in your crew flex
I wet up the set in a and yell "Who's next?"
To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like
Turn your staff a bloodbath then laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack, softer than Jel & Jack
I attack in black a gat and a skully hat
On 139 street, Malcom X
It's full of hard that's thick and quick to pull a card
I tell effects when a beef
Listen sweetheart, the Big L is street smart
I fucked up send they crews up, 'em get a juice up
For those who refuse, I the uz and light them fools up
I had beef with this nigga Randolph
Now he's in a casket, up with his hands crossed
A from L, that's what all pranksters get
Like gank a vic, I'm on some real gangster shit
I'm never fucking with no handicapped or bitches
Look at my style real close and see triple 6's
I committed, I'm a villian, admit it
I'm the type to murder you and tell your I'm the kid who did it
Peace and love is something that I don't rhyme
what you heard, you know what I'm about

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

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the man with the plush flow
Some niggas don't like me, but I give a fuck, though
Cause I'm in command
I'm smacking up like Puerto Ricans play handball
I the funny type
To joke around, I gotta get my money right
I got the right game
Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice
I'm numbers with no practice
I'm snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe
I got strategy
I'm rolling headcrack trips and all the brothers mad at me
Word, I'm shit
I'm shitting on niggas I just had a laxitive
Trying to props? I ain't the one to see
You clowns'll around and get played like the drum machine
You find a better way
I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your
I don't play, clown
I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay
I don't smile, try to pull my file
I lay your ass like towel, you know my style
So just slow down cause y'all can't down
Y'all accept that a nigga's making dough now
And I'm better, troop
And I'm making more noise a fucking heavy metal group
I'm a cool man, a brother a smooth plan
why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand
So peep it, try to run around or speak it
Point blank, I keep my whereabouts
While niggas are steel, acting ill
I'm on the DL a female and I'm stacking bills
How I'm living? is well
Cause a nigga me, well I'm ringing 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)

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