Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Intro:
Uhh it out uhh
*singing* I in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay bee!
Fuck all pretty shit
Takin it to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz the deal
know who the Don is
Live from Bedford the livest one
Peep game uhh what
Verse One: Daddy
Out of this world like Mars I spit these bars
fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the
Are we stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad
Watch your circle like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done like Dre
Through hard I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to
Got nice nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got 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 help you out when you it
Be on some real bullshit, politely you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, ask me for shit
what I did, now they all askin for hits
Nigga on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but seperately now I, charter 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 Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just some ghetto
Living in these streets -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
It's just
Two: Jay-Z
Yeah, make you a deal,
These here's the dog and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the
Cause when on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and blown
Some say I been here before of the way I zone
Some said, zone is like the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he like that cause he's observing
Won't be until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm own
In the physical, onee seems, like a lost
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me
I got it like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers gone
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies
Know they ain't fully prepared for New World Order
So I keep it ghetto sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em through it, you know, talk em it
Know these beads is than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to
And I told my nigga Big I'd be before I die
It's gonna happen rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm your way

Verse Three: B.I.G.
it feel 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 lyrical carjack, make brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad
vestes under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's bent
And to my hit hoes, my mommies
I be smokin trees in when they find me
While you still killin niggaz punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the
While I just, slang coke, pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now it
Them country niggaz call me Frank
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my tight
Sunrise open my no surprise
Got my flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me
The situation accidental..
What? From a, a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to