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
know who the Don is
Live Bedford Stuyvesant 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
choices to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? man never my squad go broke
Your squad
Watch circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done like Dre
Through hard work I the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to
Got nice watches nice cars bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no
When you all fucked up, and can't get no
your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to it
Fuck that, get own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all for hits
Nigga it's on for the fact I let it be known
We still fly but cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all playa haters jealous
Billboard should tell us, they can't touch us
Why niggaz bring the
Because day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just ghetto boys
Living in ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
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 want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin your head
I been rich I been poor I 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 that cause he's observing
Won't be known I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, seems, like a lost body
In my thoughts 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 dudes me cause
I got it locked like the Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the that's gone
Niggaz got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower and quarter waters
You walk em it, you know, talk em through it
Know these beads is than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a comin 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 you're trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Notorious B.I.G.
Damn it feel good to see up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If they get me, my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my mommies
I be smokin trees in when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor the virus
While I just, slang coke, pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggaz call me Frank
I'm off in my loft of course 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 black 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