Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Uhh, it out, uhh
(I in where the Mo's and the hoes at baby)
all that pretty shit
Takin' it to the gutter for you motherfuckers
(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 spit bars
Come fuck with these up in luxury cars
We built radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial to make like A-C or the drop

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers shed
I try to bring you but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the babble, 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 saved and blown
Some say I been before because of the way I zone
said, Jigga zone is like the fallin' of Rome
Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause observing

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

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

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

You 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it
Know 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 who'd comin' out of BWI

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

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

Damn it feel good to see up on it
Flipped two keys in two and didn't flaunt it
My brain is with mean dreams
GS's with on it, supreme schemes to get richer
Than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, dress my in linen by Armani, check it

My lyrical carjack, make your brains
High caliber is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
In my circumference, mad bitches mad lucci
Bulletproof vests they coochie
my Uzi, don't lose me

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

And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor 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 call me Frank
I'm squirtin' off in my loft of I know my shit's tight
open my eyes no surprise
Got my flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs

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

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

some ghetto boys
Livin' in these streets
And everyday they fight to stay alive
(To alive)
just reality