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

Just some ghetto
Living in ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta to stay alive
It's just
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, you a deal, check
here's 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
when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and bread
Some say I been before because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is like the of Rome
Reoccuring, that he like that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz my bones
been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God
But it's the odd shottie, got cats, likening 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 that's
Niggaz got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter
You walk em it, you know, talk em through it
Know these beads is more music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin or have it your way
Cause if my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Notorious B.I.G.
Damn it good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two and didn't flaunt it
My is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get
than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
vestes under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga represent
dirty in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin trees in when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, like
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the
While I just, coke, smoke 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 tight
Sunrise open my no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china
She black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The ain't accidental..
From a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
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