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 hard
These who be hating and dissing,
but now I'm paid, now they for jobs
I don't give a fuck of you saw back in 9-5
All things I say, despite your long eyes
Were all wise, leave you in awe like God
All words I say, All get! All kinds!
And all spines, and why wouldn't
Cause when these peoples ask who diss, I be "I did it"
So many niggas be us niggas
But when these confront 'em,
up in their face that they be to admit it
I 'em in the face and make, every rhyme spitted
You heard this kid, with me, glide with me
Take my hand, come with me
Do you think you roll Chocs and Bleek
(What the fuck thinking)
So don't be bringing your shit here
My advice to you is get your ass
Before it get slapped, turned out, and back
Choclair put the up on the map, bi-otch

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

Verse 2: [Memphis
Yo, you see the man laid up, paid up
Instead you see a nigga sprayed up
use the waste up
And I still bust off nuts, with a dick straight up
Fuck y'all nigga 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 learned the ledge, jump off
It's real here, playa, you what the deal here
Niggas in wheelchairs sit still here
Battery pack cats, get their cracked black
In fact, I still ain't stop pointing the
At y'all who hate me, don't mistake me
Nigga, the money ain't create
When I trays, in hallways, and had braids
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
Submerged the nonsense
Those happy childs fronting with that walk
Really big dick style, could your girl, make her smile
Listen in, say they gonna fuck me up now
Need to paranormal land expands
People cock stand, when I touch mic stands
Even woolen strands, best believe I got lyrics up the sleeve
Little from the Bridgemont-C
People for a gig, your star's fading
I say step to the side when guns blazing

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