Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, who's back?
Mommy, we're
Say hello to my friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress
Everybody, put your hands where my can see

Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Fourty fifty Samoans, they when D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, Obie there be no hoe in us
They pop shit like gon do shit but no one does

From New York down to Texas, back up to Los
We've changed the way we move so man up if you can't
You may end up getting rushed by too to handle us
It's funny, I guess money does its advantages

And it that we just think that we can't be touched
not like we're just feeling ourselves that much
It's just, that if ever does put us in the clutch
We know that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it

'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see
You fuck around, get caught in a that you shouldn't be at
you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it
No one's gunna hear nothing, no one's see this shit

And be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, bout it
The noise [unverified] be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be laying on the ground getting trampled by people
Till the club closes and out

And that's they see you flatened
Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause jaws are flapping
And you stop yapping and took it past rapping
It ain't the music no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it feels any minute the bomb is 'bout to go off

Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't no games
We ain't budging are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks sprayed
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are
It ain't trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped and get to the floor
hip hop is in a state of 911

Step off my holster 'cause shit it's serious
All theses you be fucking with make you delirious
Thinking you coming heat, yo son, I'm curious
How are you gunna hate us and judge us and jury us?

Some can never fade us, that make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we and glorious
We living for real and just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so live it up, you fucks

If you a fucking minute to think about what you've done
When you stood a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you till there is none
I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you my thumb

Silly little bitches can end up right up in
We cut you and give you stitches, for and all my riches
Your just like a midget, you're clocking a small digit
Dealing with the Giant Goliath, people how we live it, c'mon

to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't no names
Shit ain't the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get no more
It's about trying not to get and get dropped to the floor
hip hop is in a state of 911

Uh, Ganxsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit you call hip hop, this is where did it
I put it in motion, my focus is getting branded
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I it

Got you for cover, this music dying in numbers
But you wouldn't pause and wonder, admitting it's all
you enter the business you thinking you running shit
You witness that funny shit, your they ain't shit

We we blast first, ask questions later
All these imitators parading like some playas
to save hip hop the task is something greater
'Cause we old coded with loyalty motivaters

Get caught, I'm not telling, or more like killing not
I'm riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when dying
I'm in a full circle with that's supposed to bleed
On an 8 Mile mission with and O.G.'s

to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause days are gone
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get props no
It's about not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911