Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Minutes

You we don't drop hits, uh uh
We drop nigga, uh huh
Cash money, c'mon, get at me

thuggin' is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling
V.L. is my my hood, my set nigga
is the spot where you get put to the test nigga

Best be 'bout unloadin' a Tec,
You protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run with the killers and the head busters
I up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em

I cut throatin' niggaz for a while now
I to tapin' and whoopin' ballers
Who got of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no

the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for life and I'm H O T
(4 left)

Dis off the hook! Nigga never sleep
Dis bitch full of crooks, hunt for the weak
comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter up to a brick

Dem old side niggaz, new side niggaz
Might get but they do ride niggaz
stuck in line, but right after it's all over
The block jumpin' at Washington in Magnolia

smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' ass in the middle of the street
You It better be M A G
Or gon' get mad and never let you leave

A bill mine, 6th and Hadley
Willow Street, and T.C.
It's on from the wars they cause
A bunch of motherfuckers wearin' camouflage
(3 left)

Yes, nigga, look
step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you me?
Need them, birdies? You should see

Prices, cheaper than the average, be
We be thuggers, stunners,
Kidnap mothers, rape with no
What the, hell? is that I smell?

No, it's not but it's a dead body by the
My grill, platinum, necklace,
Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we pass 'em, guns, we 'em

We do not flash 'em we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees,
Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos, brr! Reload,
Let it be told, I'm Holly Grove, what?
(2 left)

Look, look, look, got diamonds in my Rolex
Two on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck
It's a must that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters, that's why I strapped on my gat

I back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play me I dress in black
That's a fact, don't me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You head your lose that, no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

Play with me, your people, people be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six gon' carry you
People don't have no money, they bury you
Don't no insurance, you be in the freezer a week or two

Bought that insurin' yourself,
Get it how you live it nigga, they come cousin
Gun, I'ma it nigga you can run cousin
Gun get hit and you get stung cousin', stung cousin
(I you got the message)