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 the deal
know who the Don is
Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the one
Peep game uhh what
One: Puff Daddy
Out of world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the
Are we gonna stop? Shit man my squad go broke
Your squad
your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones show
Nigga I know, say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
Through hard I earn the vault
Promise God to never back or I turn to salt
Got nice watches nice cars nice and rings
Guess it's to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no
When you all up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to it
that, get your own nigga, don't 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 now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, can't touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
Because release day is than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just some ghetto
Living in these streets -- these 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 years and don't shed
I try to bring you but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
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 fallin of
Reoccuring, that he thinks that cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm and niggaz 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 from that of God
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes me cause
I got it locked the late Bob Marley
me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the that's gone
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies
Know they ain't fully for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and waters
You walk em through it, you know, talk em it
these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a comin out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated algebra but I loved to
And I told my nigga Big I'd be before I die
gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin way

Verse Notorious B.I.G.
Damn it good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is haunted, with mean
GS's with BB's on it, schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, it
My lyrical carjack, 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 coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz
Drivin dirty in gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin trees in when they find me
you still killin 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 to choke
Got lawyers watchin so I won't go broke, now check it
country niggaz call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my thing
She black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation accidental..
What? a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
Chorus 2X to