Luyện nghe bài hát B Ez

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

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

I heard you fags wanna me off guard
Put to my heart, the death of Escobar
Under your breath, in the dark
I hear it 'cause the street loyal to choose sides
Prepare for the beef, lose dies rich and I'm thuggin'

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

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

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

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

All for the cash and the
Niggas break big of laws
So what, we got it up
Smack every cat on the
I speak the truth, spit at you

my palm, it's pitiful, wavin' my wand
The Don, a follow me like Farrakhan
my Henny, embrace Benny's
It's Frank, my niggas I'll kill

Never waste a penny, money stay well
Feel the weight on my
When death is too close the next shit
Thug the out bust biscuits, pull the range out

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

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

I see death through the corner, die, kingdom
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 like Roy Jones, I'm a street corner bastard
And crush weed with the
Bandana dome wrapped
Caddy trucks with the grills and the snaps

I'm on like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman
The S-Class is on your weak Datsun
Graffiti written on the Bible, my is wicked
I see dead and Rolls Royces

Put heart on your lap, listen you hear voices
My persona 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, keep the off the heezy
thugs in the back, drink creezy
B ez but we still smoke
See us rippin' the shows with eezy