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
Niggaz who the Don is
Live from Bedford the livest one
Peep game uhh what
Verse One: Puff
Out of this world Mars when I spit these bars
fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay 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 circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't
Nigga I know, might say 'Been Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the
Promise God to never look or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a 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 you out when you need it
Be on some bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, ask me for shit
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 cause now I, my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they can't us
Why niggaz the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's,

Just some boys
Living in these ghetto streets -- these streets
And everyday they gotta fight to alive
It's just
Verse Jay-Z
Yeah, make you a deal,
These here's the dog and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you but motherfuckers 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 I been poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is like the of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's
Won't be known until I'm gone and study my bones
Mentally been places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, seems, like a lost body
In fact my don't differ much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, me
to the mob John Gotti, rap bitin me cause
I got it locked like the late Bob
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob
we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World
So I keep it like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em it, you know, talk em through it
Know these beads is more than music I talk to it
for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of (in school)
I hated algebra but I to multiply
And I my nigga Big I'd be multi before 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 Notorious B.I.G.
Damn it feel good to see up on it
two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with mean
with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, it
My carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
vestes under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin trees in Belize they find me
While you still niggaz with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now it
Them country niggaz me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's
Sunrise my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her
all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me
The ain't accidental..
From a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to