Luyện nghe bài hát Young Gunz

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Breath on this one right here...ri-right
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Verse 1:
Now you can either try to join us or run us,
but don't it
Choclair leave your brain scarred
The hard
These niggas who be 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 God rise
All words I say, All get! All kinds!
And break all spines, and why
Cause these peoples ask who diss, I be like "I did it"
So many niggas be dissing us
But when these niggas 'em,
up in their face they be afraid to admit it
I slap 'em in the face and make, rhyme spitted
You heard this kid, roll with me, with me
Take my hand, come with me
Do you you roll with Chocs and Bleek
(What the fuck thinking)
So don't be your shit round here
My advice to you is get ass back
Before it get slapped, turned out, and pushed
Choclair put the up on the map, bi-otch

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

Verse 2: [Memphis
Yo, you see the Memph man laid up, up
you wanna see a nigga sprayed up
Only use the up
And I still off nuts, with a numb dick straight up
Fuck y'all nigga do, Huh duke
I know thug creep with a gun duke
Me too, except, I got one in the hand for the off
Niggas still ain't learned the ledge, jump off
It's real here, playa, you know the deal here
Niggas in wheelchairs won't sit here
Battery pack cats, get their cavity cracked
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 sold trays, in hallways, and had
Rob niggas, stomp niggas, for my

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 happy childs fronting with coke-and-smile walk
big dick style, could stick your girl, make her smile
Listen in, say they gonna fuck me up now
Need to understand land expands
People cock stand, when I touch mic stands
Even woolen hand strands, best I got lyrics up the sleeve
Little from the Bridgemont-C
People looking for a gig, your star's
I say step to the side when young guns

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