Luyện nghe bài hát Young Gunz

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Breath on this one here...ri-right here
on it

Verse 1:
Now you can either try to join us or run us,
but dispute it
gon' leave your brain scarred
The hard
These who be hating and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now looking for jobs
I give a fuck of what you saw back in 9-5
All things that I say, your long eyes
Were all wise, leave you in awe like God
All words I say, All get! All kinds!
And break all spines, and why
Cause these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it"
So niggas be dissing us niggas
But these niggas confront 'em,
up in their that they be afraid to admit it
I 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted
You heard this kid, roll with me, with me
Take my hand, come slide me
Do you think you with Chocs and Bleek
(What the fuck thinking)
So don't be bringing your shit here
My advice to you is get your ass
Before it get slapped, out, and pushed back
put the T-dot-O up on the map, bi-otch

[M. Bleek]- Do you ever wanna see a ball at the top
Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the
I ain't changed, I keep raw on the block
Nigga me, I ain't never gon' stop
[Choclair]- They ever wanna see a nigga ball at the top
Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on the cops
I ain't changed, I keep raw on the block
Nigga hate me, I ain't never gon'

2: [Memphis Bleek]
Yo, you see the man laid up, paid up
Instead you wanna see a nigga up
use the waste up
And I still bust off nuts, with a numb straight up
Fuck y'all nigga wanna do, Huh
I know thug niggas with a gun duke
Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the off
Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, jump off
It's here, playa, you know what the deal here
in wheelchairs won't sit still here
Battery cats, get their cavity cracked black
In fact, I ain't stop pointing the mack
At niggas who hate me, don't mistake me
Nigga, the ain't create Bleek
When I trays, in hallways, and had braids
Rob niggas, niggas, for my P-Js

Verse 3:
Standing 6-foot-1, skin, smooth brother
deep, up in your women, circle,
be my brothers underground in the
Submerged the nonsense
Those happy fronting with that coke-and-smile walk
Really big dick style, stick your girl, make her smile
Listen in, niggas say they fuck me up now
Need to understand paranormal expands
People catching cock stand, I touch mic stands
Even woolen hand strands, best believe I got lyrics up the
Little from the Bridgemont-C
looking for a gig, your star's fading
I say step to the side young guns blazing

[Repeat 2 times]