Luyện nghe bài hát Young Gunz

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Verse 1:
Now you can try to join us or run from us,
but don't it
gon' leave your brain scarred
The situation's
These who be hating and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now they for jobs
I don't 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 God rise
All words I say, All get! All kinds!
And break all spines, and why
when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it"
So many niggas be us niggas
But when niggas confront 'em,
up in their face that be afraid to admit it
I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme
You heard this kid, roll with me, glide me
Take my hand, come slide me
Do you think you roll with and Bleek
(What the y'all thinking)
So don't be bringing your shit round
My advice to you is get your ass
Before it get slapped, turned out, and back
Choclair put the up on the map, bi-otch

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

2: [Memphis Bleek]
Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, up
Instead you see a nigga sprayed up
Only use the up
And I still bust off nuts, with a numb straight up
Fuck nigga wanna do, Huh duke
I know niggas creep 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 real here, playa, you know the deal here
Niggas in won't sit still here
Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked
In fact, I ain't stop pointing the mack
At y'all niggas who hate me, don't me
Nigga, the money create Bleek
When I trays, in hallways, and had braids
Rob niggas, niggas, for my P-Js

Verse 3:
Standing 6-foot-1, dark skin, smooth
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, could stick girl, make her smile
Listen in, niggas say they fuck me up now
Need to understand land expands
People cock stand, when I touch mic stands
Even woolen hand strands, best I got lyrics up the sleeve
Little brother the Bridgemont-C
People looking for a gig, your fading
I say to the side when young guns blazing

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