Luyện nghe bài hát Young Gunz

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Verse 1:
Now you can either try to us or run from us,
but don't it
Choclair gon' your brain scarred
The hard
niggas who be hating and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now they for jobs
I don't give a fuck of what you saw in 9-5
All that I say, despite your long eyes
all wise, leave you in awe like God rise
All words I say, All get! All kinds!
And break all spines, and why
Cause when these ask who diss, I be like "I did it"
So niggas be dissing us niggas
But when these niggas 'em,
up in their face they be afraid to admit it
I slap 'em in the face and make, every spitted
You heard kid, roll with me, glide with me
Take my hand, slide with me
Do you think you roll Chocs and Bleek
(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
Choclair put the T-dot-O up on the map,

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

Verse 2: Bleek]
Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, up
you wanna see a nigga sprayed up
Only use the up
And I still bust off nuts, a numb dick straight up
y'all nigga wanna do, Huh duke
I know thug niggas creep a gun duke
Me too, except, I got one in the for the jump off
Niggas still ain't the ledge, nigga jump off
It's real here, playa, you know what the here
Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit here
pack cats, get their cavity cracked black
In fact, I still ain't stop the mack
At y'all niggas who hate me, don't me
Nigga, the money ain't create
When I sold trays, in hallways, and had
Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my

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

Chorus: 2 times]