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!
Fuck all that shit
it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz know the
know who the Don is
Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the one
game uhh what what
Verse One: Puff
Out of this world like when I spit these bars
Come with these stars up in luxury cars
We them radars to stay free from 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 circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say There Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I the vault
Promise God to look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and
it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
you all fucked 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 you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all for hits
Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be
We still fly but seperately cause now I, my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they touch us
Why niggaz bring the
Because release day is than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just some boys
Living in these ghetto -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta to stay alive
It's reality
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, you a deal, check
here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin your head
I been rich I been poor I and blown bread
Some say I been here before of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks that cause he's observing
Won't be until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, a lost body
In fact my don't differ much from that of God body
But the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
to the mob Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause
I got it locked like the Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob
Solemnly we mourn, all the that's gone
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies
Know they fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em it, you know, talk em through it
Know beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a comin out of B-W-I (in school)
I algebra but I loved to multiply
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 that's my dough trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Notorious B.I.G.
Damn it feel to see people up on it
Flipped two in two weeks 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, wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your splat
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 me, my trigga niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin
And to my hit hoes, my mommies
I be smokin in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, 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 go broke, now check it
Them niggaz call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my tight
Sunrise my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys to her thighs
all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation accidental..
From a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to