Luyện nghe bài hát Young Gunz

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Verse 1:
Now you can either try to us or run from us,
but dispute it
Choclair gon' leave brain scarred
The hard
These niggas who be 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 long
Were all wise, you in awe like God rise
All words I say, All get! All kinds!
And all spines, and why wouldn't
when these peoples ask who diss, I be like "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 and make, every rhyme spitted
You heard this kid, roll with me, glide me
Take my hand, come slide me
Do you think you roll with and Bleek
(What the fuck thinking)
So don't be bringing shit round here
My advice to you is get ass back
it get slapped, turned out, and pushed back
Choclair put the up on the map, bi-otch

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

Verse 2: Bleek]
Yo, you see the man laid up, paid up
you wanna 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 thug niggas creep 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
It's real here, playa, you know what the here
Niggas in wheelchairs sit still here
Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked
In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the
At y'all niggas who hate me, don't me
Nigga, the money create Bleek
When I sold trays, in hallways, and had
Rob niggas, niggas, for my P-Js

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

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