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!
Fuck all that pretty
Takin it back to the gutter for you
Niggaz know the
know who the Don is
Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the one
Peep 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
choices to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad
your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't
Nigga I know, say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never 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 nice
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no
When you all fucked up, and get no break
When fake ass friends, don't help 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
what I did, now they all askin for hits
Nigga it's on for the fact I let it be known
We still fly but seperately cause now I, my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all playa haters jealous
Billboard should tell us, they can't touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just ghetto boys
Living in these streets -- these ghetto streets
And everyday gotta fight to stay alive
It's reality
Verse Two:
Yeah, you a deal, check
here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but 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 here because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he like that cause he's observing
Won't be until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a lost
In fact my thoughts differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, got cats, likening me
to the mob Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause
I got it locked the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's
Niggaz that got killed in the and all the babies born
Know they fully prepared 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 than music whenever I to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, I doubled the pie
Had a and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi I die
It's happen 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 weeks and flaunt it
My brain is haunted, mean dreams
with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, it
My carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they
my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin
And to my hit hoes, my mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize when find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, 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 shit's
Sunrise open my no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys to her thighs
With all the utensils, who my china thing
She half half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The ain't accidental..
What? From a, a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to