Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

I heard that Capone's home
Yo, to motha that nigga Nore'
Doin' his mothafuckin' thugged out
Entertainment, know what I'm

Niggas still in the streets, I'll
Braveheart nigga, a thin line
Between and business
So we gotta have and be easy

I heard you wanna catch me off guard
Put Tecks to my heart, the of Escobar
Under your breath, whispers in the
I hear it 'cause the ain't loyal to choose sides
Prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies and I'm thuggin'

I can't trust nothin', this bitch I'm fuckin'
This clip that I'm bustin' jam in my fist
at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings
Cut coke cookies, wrote poetry and noses B
The voice from heaven, I'm God sent, of course a
This is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood

Blunted red, C-Class, a hundred times five red
CD's blast, fast, haters drop dead
I'm gorgeous black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the
Her stacks the best, ass is flawless
Finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people, the
Nas, CNN, nobody's

Yo, b ez, keep the off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, drink
B ez but we still treezy
See us the shows with thugged eezy

Niggas picked me the boss, Ross
Lex two-fifty horse power, and devour the source
If it's flour then your loss
I cock fours, kick in Poppi's

All for the and the cause
Niggas big fractions of laws
So what, we got it up
every cat on the board
I speak the truth, guns at you

Shakin' my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my
The Don, a hundred follow me like
Chasin' my Henny, Benny's
It's Frank, my niggas I'll kill

Never waste a penny, money well invested
Feel the weight on my
When death is too close flip the shit
Thug the game out biscuits, pull the range out

enemy, Queens Bridge where I hang out
Sweet scent of weed, I wear like a
My kinetic, mind power type ancient

Yo, b ez, the club off the heezy
Straight in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still treezy
See us rippin' the shows with thugged

I see death the corner, die, kingdom come
Six 500's, pull up in front of the slum
Sticky fingers soldiers of the great God
Clarence spoke to the poor but he in Oz

An ill hook Roy Jones, I'm a street corner bastard
And crush weed the hashish
Bandana head wrapped
Caddy trucks the grills and the chrome snaps

I'm on point like Al Sharpton, come the M.U. marksman
The S-Class is shittin' on weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is
I see corpses and Rolls Royces

Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear
My whole is the drama and to smoke skama
I can lift it up, Willy in front of your slut
bustin' out my pocket, your bank is stopped

Yo, b ez, the club off the heezy
Straight thugs in the back, creezy
B ez but we smoke treezy
See us rippin' the shows thugged eezy