Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

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

Just some boys
Living in these ghetto -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to alive
It's just
Two: Jay-Z
Yeah, make you a deal,
These the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, the lead
Cause when on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I been rich I been I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here because of the way I zone
said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like cause he's observing
be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a body
In fact my thoughts don't much from that of God body
But the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me
I got it locked like the Bob Marley
me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's
Niggaz that got in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New Order
So I keep it ghetto like seeds 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 greatness and y'all knew this, when I the pie
Had a shorty and a comin out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated but I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi I die
gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Three: B.I.G.
Damn it good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is haunted, mean dreams
GS's BB's on it, supreme 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 shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under coochie
Spittin my uzi, lose me, my trigga niggaz represent
dirty in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my mommies
I be trees in Belize when they find me
While you killin niggaz with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke to choke
Got lawyers lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggaz me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of I know my shit's tight
open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her
With all the utensils, who hang my china
She half black oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation accidental..
From a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to