Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Intro:
Uhh it out uhh
*singing* I steps in where the and the hoes at bay bee!
all that pretty shit
Takin it back to the gutter for you
Niggaz the deal
Niggaz who the Don is
from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one
Peep game uhh what
One: Puff Daddy
Out of this world like Mars when I these bars
Come 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 gonna 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 Done That' like Dre
Through hard I earn the vault
God to never look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got things
Can't to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all up, and can't get no break
When your ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for
That's I did, now they all askin for hits
Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be
We still fly but seperately now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just some ghetto
Living in these streets -- these ghetto streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
just reality
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, you a deal, check
here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, the lead
Cause when it's on, then on, the shots flowin through your head
I been rich I poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been before because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is like the of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like 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, a lost body
In fact my thoughts differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's
that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like seeds and quarter waters
You walk em through it, you know, 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 girdle out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to
And I my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it way
Cause if that's my dough trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Three: 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, mean dreams
with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, dress my body in 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, with mad
Bulletproof vestes under coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz
Drivin dirty in J-30's bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to
Got lawyers watchin so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggaz me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china
She half black half eighty-six she got me rental
The situation accidental..
What? a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to