Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Uhh, it out, uhh
(I steps in where the and the hoes at baby)
Fuck all pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
(Niggaz the deal)
Niggaz who the Don is
(Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the one)
game, uhh, what, what

Out of this world like Mars, when I spit bars
Come with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to free from the cops
Crucial choices to make A-C or the drop

Are we gonna stop? Shit man, my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't
Nigga I know, might say "Been there done that" Dre

Through hard I earn the vault
Promise God to never back or I turn to salt
Had nice watches, nice cars, bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga me got nice things

Can't to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up and get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you it
Be on some bullshit, politely tell you to beat it

Fuck that, get your own nigga, ask me for shit
That's I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be
We still fly but 'cause now I charter my own

Propellers, good fellas leave all them playa haters
Billboard charts tell us, they can't touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandala's,

Just ghetto boys
Livin' in these streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday gotta fight to stay alive
It's reality, yeah

Yeah, make you a deal,
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, the lead
'Cause when on then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head

I been rich, I poor, I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga is like the fallin' of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that he's observing

be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally been places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, one seems, like a body
In my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body

But the odd shottie that got cats, likening me
To the mob John Gotti rap bitin' me 'cause
I got it like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley

Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's
Niggaz that got in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully for this new world order
So I keep it like sunflower seeds and quarter waters

You 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it
Know these beads is more music whenever I talk to it
for greatness and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girl comin' out of BWI

I hated but I loved to multiply
And I told my Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna happen whether or clappin' have it your way
'Cause if that's my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' way

Just some boys
Livin' in these ghetto
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
(Stay alive)
It's reality, yeah
(Oh, reality)

Damn it good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is with 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 lyrical carjack, make your splat
High caliber gats is all I with, now peep the rough shit
In my circumference, mad with mad lucci
vests under they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi, don't me

My trigga niggaz represent, drivin' dirty in gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin' in Belize when they find me
While you still killin' niggaz with punany, like

And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the with the virus
While I just, coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now it

Them country 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 to her thighs

With all the utensils, who my China thing
She half black half oriental 86 she got me
The situation accidental
What? From a, from a young G's

Just ghetto boys
Livin' in these streets
And everyday they fight to stay alive
(To fight)
It's reality
(It's reality)

Just ghetto boys
Livin' in these streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
(To alive)
It's reality