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 pretty shit
Takin it to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz know the
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 cars
We built radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my go broke
Your squad
Watch your circle like cigar smoke
no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been Done That' like Dre
Through hard 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
you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on real bullshit, politely tell 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 it's on for the fact I let it be known
We still fly but seperately now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets -- these streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
It's just
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I been I been poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I
Some said, Jigga is like the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like that 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, onee seems, like a body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much that 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 rappers gone
Niggaz that got killed in the and all the babies born
Know ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
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, when I 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
It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it 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 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, dress my body in linen by Armani, it
My lyrical carjack, your brains splat
High gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough 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 mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize they find me
While you still killin with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
I just, slang coke, smoke pounds 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 I know my shit's 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 half eighty-six she got me rental
The ain't accidental..
What? a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
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