Luyện nghe bài hát Young Gunz

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Breath on this one right here...ri-right
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Verse 1:
Now you can either try to us or run from us,
but don't it
Choclair leave your brain scarred
The situation's
niggas who be hating and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now they looking for
I don't give a fuck of you saw back in 9-5
All things that I say, despite your long
Were all wise, leave you in awe God rise
All that 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 dissing us
But when niggas confront 'em,
up in their face they be afraid to admit it
I slap 'em in the face and make, rhyme spitted
You this kid, roll with me, glide with me
Take my hand, slide with me
Do you think you roll with Chocs and
(What the fuck thinking)
So don't be bringing shit round 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 see a nigga ball at the top
Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on the cops
I ain't changed, I still raw on the block
Nigga hate me, I ain't gon' stop
[Choclair]- They don't ever wanna see a nigga at the top
Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the
I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the
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, a numb dick straight up
Fuck y'all nigga do, Huh duke
I know thug niggas creep 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 what the here
Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit here
Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked
In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the
At y'all niggas who me, don't mistake me
Nigga, the ain't create Bleek
I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids
Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my

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

Chorus: 2 times]