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 that pretty
Takin it back to the for you motherfuckers
know the deal
Niggaz who the Don is
Live from Bedford the livest one
Peep game uhh what
Verse One: Daddy
Out of this world like Mars when I these bars
fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free the cops
Crucial choices to make, A-C or the drop
Are we stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish cigar smoke
no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There That' like Dre
Through hard I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I to salt
Got watches nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess safe 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 get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely you to beat it
that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now all askin 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 haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they can't us
Why niggaz the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's,

Just some boys
Living in ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to alive
just reality
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, make you a deal,
here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but want dead
So I with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through head
I rich I been poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I
Some said, Jigga is like the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's
be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm own
In the physical, seems, like a lost body
In fact my don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, got cats, likening me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes me cause
I got it like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's
that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New Order
So I it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You em through it, you know, talk em through it
Know these beads is more than music I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, I doubled 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 before I die
It's gonna whether rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin way

Verse Three: B.I.G.
Damn it feel good to see up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is haunted, with mean
GS's with 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, your brains splat
caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
Bulletproof under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be trees in Belize when they find me
While you killin niggaz with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now it
country niggaz call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my tight
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my shorty flyin in with keys to her thighs
With all the utensils, who my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me
The ain't accidental..
What? a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
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