Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Intro:
Uhh it out uhh
*singing* I steps in the Mo's and the hoes at bay bee!
all that pretty shit
Takin it to the gutter for you motherfuckers
know the deal
Niggaz who the Don is
Live Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one
Peep game uhh what
One: Puff Daddy
Out of this world Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury
We built them radars to stay free the cops
choices to make, like 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
I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the
Promise God to look back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice nice bitches and rings
Guess safe to say a nigga like 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 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 what I did, now all askin for hits
Nigga on for the simple fact I let it be known
We fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters
Billboard charts should us, they can't touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
Because release day is than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto -- these ghetto streets
And everyday gotta fight to stay alive
just reality
Verse Two:
Yeah, make you a deal,
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers shed
I try to bring you life but want 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 been poor I saved and bread
Some say I here before because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is like the of Rome
Reoccuring, he thinks like that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm own
In the physical, seems, like 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 me cause
I got it locked the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob
Solemnly we mourn, all the that's gone
Niggaz got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World
So I keep it ghetto sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em it, you know, talk em through it
Know these 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 nigga Big I'd be multi I die
gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin way

Verse Notorious B.I.G.
Damn it feel to see people up on it
two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with dreams
GS's with on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad
Bulletproof vestes under they
Spittin my uzi, lose me, my trigga niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress you raw you on the floor with the virus
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
open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her
With all the utensils, who hang my thing
She half black oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The ain't accidental..
What? a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
2X to fade