Luyện nghe bài hát Young Gunz

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

1: [Choclair]
Now you can try to join us or run from us,
but don't it
Choclair gon' your brain scarred
The situation's
These who be hating and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now they for jobs
I give a fuck of what you saw back in 9-5
All things that I say, despite your eyes
Were all wise, you in awe like 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 these niggas 'em,
up in their face that they be afraid to it
I slap 'em in the face and make, every rhyme
You heard this kid, roll with me, with me
Take my hand, slide with me
Do you you roll with 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 wanna see a nigga ball at the top
Wanna see a nigga fall, get it on with the
I ain't changed, I still keep raw on the
hate me, I ain't never gon' stop
[Choclair]- They don't wanna see a nigga 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 never gon' stop

Verse 2: Bleek]
Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, up
Instead you wanna see a sprayed up
use the waste up
And I still bust off nuts, with a dick straight up
Fuck y'all nigga wanna do, Huh
I know thug niggas creep with a gun
Me too, except, I got one in the for the jump off
Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, nigga off
It's here, playa, you know what the deal here
Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still
Battery pack cats, get cavity cracked black
In fact, I ain't stop pointing the mack
At niggas who hate me, don't mistake 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
Knee deep, up in women, circle,
be my brothers underground in the
Submerged the nonsense
Those childs fronting with that coke-and-smile walk
Really big dick style, could your 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 believe I got lyrics up the
brother from the Bridgemont-C
People looking for a gig, star's fading
I say step to the side young guns blazing

Chorus: 2 times]