Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Feet Deep

[Intro - - talking]
"Hey man, wrong with you?"
"Fuck you at nigga?"
"I'm still tryin to out nigga!"
"Hold up, hold up, oh, we got a here?"
"We got a problem here, we got a nigga?"

shots]

1 - Bun B]
It's the of the trill niggaz, hide your stash (stash)
We dressed in all and got the hood on smash (smash)
I Roc ya like Dame (Dash), one shot, one kill [gun shot]
Ask anybody (body) and they tell ya Bun real (Southern Smoke)
It's a done when I pull up on ya
Calico get unleashed [gun shots], niggaz clearin the
Perfect to me and ten (me and ten), we movin much
And this one for in a penitentiary upstate
Damn, come on Bun,
Naw nigga, this one dedicated to Pimp in a penitentiary
'Til he come home, in his name we
We forget the homies on lock or the fallen
I.T., Young 'lo and Bad Azz Bam
Sean Wee and Big and we ain't givin a damn
If you need a kilogram, two, three or a
Come on down to Texas, at your country cousin

- Bun B]
I can you how to get stains, how to flip 'caine
Show you how to grip grain, how to stains
we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)
Bitch we deep off in the (bitch we deep off in the game)

We be creepin in backdoors, cockin back fours
Show you how to mack hoes, slammin 'lac
Bitch we deep off in the (bitch we deep off in the game)
we deep off in the game (bitch we deep off in the game)

[Verse 2 - Young
Yeah, I how to shoot a MAC-10 'fore I turned 12
Hot shells burn, black turn pale
You out to get
I show you boys how to sell yay and how to tell what it weigh without a
Motel 6, hard sell quick
And I ain't sell shit
You'll sell nicks and dimes, twenties, even three dollar sacks
Buy y'all private, guaranteed to back

[Verse 3 - Bad Azz
I, turn sand into rocks soda
No wrist, just a fog tryin to your quota
Microwave on top of the stove, these hands is
I, stretch the books, see how water it hold
Most niggaz think the water should be
Really hot, keep it warm 'til the lot
Not cold nigga, listen and
We takin on the road, try to form your spot, nigga

4 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah (Southern Smoke), you don't hear how we gettin it, you gettin in the way
I'm gettin rich, niggaz gettin pissed, cause most pussy niggaz
We can let that metal settle differences [gun cocked], let a clip set a
Point guard position, I'm it, so an opponent better pray
Of my environ-ment, yeah it's the
So close to the truth than you, that your cannot deny a
nigga from gettin higher
Don't believe me than check my
Record, I said I'm on
Your "poof" like your expired, liar, haha