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

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When I cruise through the ghetto I drive
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 picture was a mugshot, for thugs got plot
Hot and swell for selling hops on the drug
G's were clocked, fat knots were in the
And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped a
She was ran for me and my man Mike
Cause I choose to use a gun don't that I can't fight
Cause we can put the down and go one round
the hands my man, I ain't the one to get done, clown
I can adverse my style, I'm versatile
to burst a child, I'm living worse than foul
I two tecs in case your crew flex
I wet up the set in a and yell "Who's next?"
To feel the wrath of a psychopath, it up like Shaft
your staff into a bloodbath then laugh
You'll get like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack
I attack in with 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
here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart
I fucked up send they crews up, make 'em get a up
For those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and light them up
I had beef with this nigga named
Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his crossed
A beatdown L, that's what all pranksters get
Like I'll a vic, I'm on some real gangster shit
I'm never with no handicapped or cripple bitches
Look at my style real and you'll see triple 6's
I committed, I'm a villian, admit it
I'm the type to murder you and tell moms I'm the kid who did it
Peace and love is something I don't rhyme about
Fuck you heard, you know what I'm about

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

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the man with the plush flow
Some niggas don't like me, but I don't a fuck, though
Cause I'm in y'all
I'm smacking niggas up like Puerto play handball
I ain't the funny
To joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking right
I got the right game
Definitely the wrong man to invite to a game
I'm numbers with no practice
I'm snatching up like the motherfuckers owe taxes
Cause I got
I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the mad at me
Word, I'm shit
I'm shitting on niggas like I 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 gotta find a way
pull your card, your file, shit, plus your resume
Cause I don't play,
I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay
I don't smile, don't try to my file
I lay your ass like towel, you my motherfucking style
So just slow down cause y'all can't throw
Y'all can't accept that a nigga's dough now
And I'm better, troop
And I'm more noise than a fucking heavy metal group
I'm a cool man, a brother a smooth plan
That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news
So it, don't try to run around or speak it
Point blank, I keep my whereabouts
While niggas are packing steel, ill
I'm on the DL a female and I'm stacking bills
How I'm Everything is well
Cause a nigga like me, well I'm bells
Without doubt I got
Yo that shit, yo you know what I'm about

Knocking niggas off, knocking out
Knocking off, knocking 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 your and guard you grill, you bitch-ass niggas
I ain't having it for '92, niggas, 'em up