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 pretty shit
Takin it to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz the deal
know who the Don is
Live from Stuyvesant the livest one
Peep game uhh what
Verse One: Puff
Out of this world like when I spit these bars
Come fuck 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 gonna stop? Shit man never my go broke
squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like smoke
Ain't no joke, when your don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' Dre
hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to
Got nice nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's 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 ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for
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 now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts tell us, they can't touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's,

Just ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets -- ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
It's reality
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers dead
So I travel the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the flowin through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and blown
Some say I been here before because of the way I
Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of
Reoccuring, he thinks like that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my
Mentally many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a lost
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, me
to the mob Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause
I got it like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the that's gone
that got killed in the field 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 through it, you know, em through it
Know these is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to
And I my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin way

Verse Notorious B.I.G.
it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is haunted, mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get
than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, my body in linen by Armani, check it
My carjack, make 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, don't lose me, my trigga represent
Drivin in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin trees in Belize they find me
you still killin niggaz with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now it
country niggaz call me Frank White
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 taped to her
With all the utensils, who hang my china
She half black oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation accidental..
What? From a, a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to