Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Intro:
Uhh it out uhh
*singing* I steps in where the and the hoes at bay bee!
Fuck all pretty shit
Takin it back to the gutter for you
Niggaz the deal
know who the Don is
Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the one
game uhh what what
Verse One: Puff
Out of this world like Mars when I spit bars
Come fuck with these up in luxury cars
We built them to stay free from the cops
Crucial to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my go broke
Your arti-choke
Watch your circle like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the
Promise God to never look back or I to salt
Got nice watches nice nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
When you all fucked up, and get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't you out when you need it
Be on some bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all for hits
Nigga it's on for the simple I let it be known
We still fly but seperately cause now I, my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they touch us
Why niggaz bring the
Because release day is than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just some boys
Living in these ghetto -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
It's just
Verse Two:
Yeah, make you a deal,
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't
I try to you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then on, the shots flowin through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and bread
Some say I been here before of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and study my bones
Mentally been places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, me
to the mob John Gotti, rap bitin me cause
I got it locked the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower and quarter waters
You em through it, you know, talk em through it
Know these is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I to multiply
And I my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin it your way
Cause if my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Three: B.I.G.
Damn it feel to see people up on it
two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, mean dreams
with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If they get me, my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad
Bulletproof vestes under they
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke to choke
Got lawyers watchin so I won't go broke, now check it
country niggaz call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my shorty flyin in with taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who my china thing
She half black half oriental she got me rental
The ain't accidental..
What? From a, a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
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