Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

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

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

Are we gonna stop? man, never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar
no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say "Been there done that" Dre

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

Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
you all fucked up and can't get no break
When your ass friends, don't help 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 I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga, on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately now I charter my own

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

Just some ghetto
Livin' in these ghetto streets, ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to alive
It's just reality,

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 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 before because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga is like the fallin' of Rome
Reoccurring, he thinks like that 'cause he's observing

Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz my bones
been many 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 locked like the late Bob
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley

Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers gone
Niggaz that got in the field 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 whenever I talk to it
Destined for and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie
Had a and a girl who'd comin' out of BWI

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

Just some boys
in these ghetto streets
And everyday gotta fight to stay alive
(Stay alive)
just reality, yeah
(Oh, reality)

Damn it feel good to see up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is haunted with dreams
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 lyrical carjack, make your brains
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the shit
In my circumference, mad bitches with mad
vests under they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi, lose me

My niggaz represent, drivin' dirty in J-30's gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my mommies
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they me
While you still killin' with punany, like heiny

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

Them country niggaz call me White
I'm off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in keys taped to her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my thing
She half black half oriental 86 she got me
The ain't accidental
What? From a, a young G's perspective

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

Just some ghetto
Livin' in ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to alive
(To alive)
It's reality