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 us or run from us,
but dispute it
Choclair leave your brain scarred
The hard
These who be hating and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now they looking for
I don't give a fuck of what you saw in 9-5
All things that I say, despite your long
Were all wise, leave you in awe God rise
All words I say, All get! All kinds!
And break all spines, and why
Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be "I did it"
So many be dissing us niggas
But these 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 you roll with Chocs and Bleek
(What the y'all thinking)
So don't be bringing your round here
My advice to you is get your ass
it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back
Choclair put the up on the map, bi-otch

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

Verse 2: 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, a numb dick straight up
Fuck nigga wanna do, Huh duke
I know thug niggas with a gun duke
Me too, except, I got one in the for the jump off
Niggas ain't learned the ledge, nigga jump off
real here, playa, you know what the deal here
Niggas in won't sit still here
Battery pack cats, get their cavity black
In fact, I still ain't pointing the mack
At y'all niggas who hate me, mistake me
Nigga, the ain't create Bleek
When I 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
under the nonsense
Those happy childs fronting that coke-and-smile walk
Really big dick style, could stick girl, make her smile
Listen in, niggas say they fuck me up now
to understand paranormal land expands
People catching cock stand, I touch mic stands
Even woolen hand strands, believe I got lyrics up the sleeve
Little brother the Bridgemont-C
People for a gig, your star's fading
I say to the side when young guns blazing

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