Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

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

Just some ghetto
in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
It's just
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and don't shed
I try to you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I rich I been poor I saved and blown 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 like that cause observing
Won't be known I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally been places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ from that 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
me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers gone
Niggaz that got killed in the and all the babies born
Know they fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like seeds and quarter waters
You walk em through it, you know, talk em it
Know these beads is more music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of (in school)
I algebra but I loved to multiply
And I my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna whether rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if that's my dough trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Notorious B.I.G.
it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with dreams
GS's with BB's on it, schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, my body in linen by Armani, check it
My carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin trees in Belize when they me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor the virus
While I just, slang coke, pounds to choke
Got watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggaz call me Frank
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my shorty flyin in keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who my china thing
She black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation accidental..
What? From a, a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to