Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Intro:
Uhh it out uhh
*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the at bay bee!
all that pretty shit
Takin it back to the gutter for you
know the deal
Niggaz who the Don is
Live from Stuyvesant the livest one
Peep game uhh what
Verse One: Puff
Out of this like Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury
We built them radars to stay free from the
Crucial to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
squad arti-choke
Watch your circle like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't
Nigga I know, might say There Done That' like Dre
hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never look or I turn to salt
Got nice nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
When you all up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to it
Fuck that, get own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all askin for
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 haters
Billboard should tell us, they can't touch us
Why niggaz the ruckus?
release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just some boys
Living in these streets -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to alive
It's just
Verse Two:
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 with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your
I been rich I been poor I and blown bread
say I been here before because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's
Won't be until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, seems, like a lost body
In my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body
But the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
to the mob John Gotti, rap bitin me cause
I got it like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies
Know they ain't prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You em through it, you know, talk em through it
Know beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated but I loved to multiply
And I told my Big I'd be multi 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 good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two and didn't flaunt it
My is haunted, with mean dreams
with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, dress my 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 vestes under coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't me, my trigga niggaz represent
dirty in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin trees in Belize when they me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, like
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the
I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my tight
Sunrise my eyes no surprise
Got my flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my 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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