Luyện nghe bài hát 6 Figure

[B.G.]
It's me, the B.G., doin' my
'em hang, I represent bangity-bang
I gettin' off shit you can not handle
I'm settin' it off in this bitch, of scandals
'Bout my paper, 5 figures and up with the red
Dealers and thugs on my team with many
Hittin' your home up, hittin' at movin'
Lookin' and losin', startin' and confusion
I'm bruisin' your whole family, 'em up in dark colors
Then come to your funeral in two
me, Baby Gangsta, spark in the day
Come out the funeral home, you get hit at away
I'm in to grow, legend with rights, I don't been
To the K and let it spray, put an end to a nigga life
My nigga TD high wit' me
Out that 13, straped up he or die wit' me
I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that guerilla
I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild
Uptown consist of dealers, and thugs
For the junkies got no
like this, play pussy you catch a slug
Drug though the mud, once it's dead it's
Hand on my gun I don't give a muthafuck
I'm a head buh-uh-busta, I never truh-uh-trust a
Make sure I gotta 4-5, if this nigga snitch
Get me in the fix, and I snitch out the mix
Just tree lives, double them so I got six
Ain't that some shit, wanna see me outta luck
Bet I ain't trippin', cause I give a muthatfuck

[Lil'
I be catchin' a corner, rippin' through a nigga street
Hot they ride with me, like a preist, five deep
tinted, clips extened, drum lettin'
Bustin' lead 'n, 'n, Hot Boy$ don't forget it
Leave every wet 'n, brains all over the step 'n
Disrespectin' the whole block wettin'
Step in, the section, uh-of the Hot
Full of the 'dro, and ride and chop you spot boy
Better boy, where you be at cause I'm a hit at, three flat
You want beef, I'ma at, make it hot, I'ma crease that
Camoflauge to the 'Boks, pop off in the glocks
sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block
Take the tip of the jo, down the front door
Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut his throat
I'ma play it how it go, hold a connect sho'
We went to school for this, we bins like a pro
Go chill with the Joe, Say wodie get loaded
Blow a pound with my round, 50 get me toted
I'ma wet bin, hit your house, unlock ten
Boy you win I let chopper bullets spin

Don't with bitch niggaz, 226 bout the real
Them niggaz who paper chase, go in the dark and pack steal
You ain't hear about the thugs,
The Hot Boys, who the are
Run that shit blow for blow, hoes be bout that nut
don't think cause we young, we ain't ridin' or dyin' too
Down with black connection to the finish, we bout niggaz too
Spend bin quickly, make you suffer, die slowly
You hit enough, I'm about to down, play the
Big ol' Expedition's, do some in it tonight
Five choppers for who lost, kill a nigga, we just
Bitch niggaz get flat, like a flat rat in the street
Abunch of young head spliters, K.C. and B.G.
Fuck the police, cause we them too
Pop the cop or go down, cause we ain't down with crew
Get caught up in the crossfire, best believe All On U
+Ohh, it my fault+, I done what I had to do
Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck me
Any chance he get he gon' it, try to sweep me off my feet
That's why I keep my eyes wide, nigga cross that line they die
Leave your clueless, and questionin' why
4-4 bull dogs bark loud, moves crowds
Innocent bystanders watch out, lil thugs act wild

[B.G.]
I'm a ride or die-er, nothin' but that fire-ya
all my hoes cause I'm a liar
Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin'
and I'll a deal what's on my old poster,
if I pull it out my
You sopposed'a, a nigga like me
I'm gettin' closer and closer to the
I'm H-O-T, say I'm a D-O-G
I'm on all day be the S-P-D's
In my heart I feel, the police
Cause in they hear they feel, it,
try to keep a nigga off the
Not I, nigga, the trillest B.G.
Lots'a money, and the best speak for me
And I and represent for the U.P.T.
I creep, and get with VL Street
I' slang heat, any day, I bring
Feel I be bat any day, I'm a Hot Boy, I let 'em hang
Far as they can, I'm a thug to the fullest
Pistol in my hand, trigga I pull it 'til there's no more
I ain't the one to be on
Who block get stepped on
If outside, when I'm ride, I'ma ride 'til there's no more gas
I'ma ride 'til I put you on your muthafuckin'
I'm in all black, the skuh-uh-skimask
It no way that you could last
I'm comin' like the task force, I blast full force
I'm sorry if grandparents on the porch
All 'N

Even if I get no taller
always be a CMB baller, smokin' blunts in the hallway
I'm skinny yeah, 'bout 155
But believe I tote a chopper, believe bitches could die
Now play with the man, full of dope with a K in his hand
Don't want hear what'cha sayin' don't be here when I sprayin'
How you gon' do it, we could that no secret
Boy, I'll put some on you head take you off the street quick
Look, I got a Mack-90 that won't
I got clique foll of some njiggaz bout that shit
So what you want, get you split
You hit, jeopardized
Niggaz spendin' a bin in
I'ma top knot shot caller, from the CMB Ballers
Fuckin' niggaz daughters, got my shit sittin' on
I'm mad boy, this clique I'ma act a ass boy
It's cash boy, I don't think you last boy
I'm bout to pull some out the type shit
Some Steven type shit
Some *cgghh* shit
Don't think you niggaz that 226
Behind me the crucifix, or get chopped, split or get split
Doogie, Lil Wayne, Lil Turk, Lil Terius, better 'em
These are felons, "HOT BOY" be which we yellin'
Right you close to the devil, and your lip gon' get you hurt
Picture this, three ways tear up your turf