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 try to join us or run from us,
but don't it
Choclair gon' leave your scarred
The situation's
These niggas who be and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now looking for jobs
I don't give a fuck of what you saw in 9-5
All things that I say, despite your eyes
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 be dissing us niggas
But when these confront 'em,
up in their face that be afraid to admit it
I slap 'em in the and make, every rhyme spitted
You heard this kid, roll with me, glide me
Take my hand, come with me
Do you think you with Chocs and Bleek
(What the y'all thinking)
So don't be bringing your shit 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. Do you 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 hate me, I ain't never 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 gon'

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 bust off nuts, with a numb dick straight up
Fuck y'all nigga do, Huh duke
I know thug niggas creep with a gun
Me too, except, I got one in the for the jump off
Niggas still ain't the ledge, nigga jump off
It's here, playa, you know what the deal here
Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit still
Battery pack cats, get their cracked black
In fact, I still ain't pointing the mack
At y'all niggas who hate me, don't me
Nigga, the ain't create Bleek
I sold trays, in hallways, and had braids
Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my

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

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