Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

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

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

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

Through hard work I the vault
Promise God to look back or I turn to salt
Had nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got things

relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up and can't get no
When your ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely 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 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 charts should tell us, they touch us
Why niggaz the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger Mandala's, motherfuckers

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

Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and don't shed
I try to you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, the lead
'Cause when it's on then it's on, the shots through your head

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

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

But it's the odd that got cats, likening me
To the mob John Gotti rap dudes 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 killed in the field and all the babies
Know they ain't fully for this new world order
So I keep it like sunflower seeds and quarter waters

You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em it
Know these is more than 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 algebra but I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be before I die
It's gonna whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
'Cause if that's my dough you're trappin', I'm your way

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

Damn it feel to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and flaunt it
My brain is haunted with dreams
GS's BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer
Than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it

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

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

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

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

all the utensils, who hang my China 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 everyday gotta fight to stay alive
(To fight)
It's reality
(It's reality)

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