Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches 2

I once this brother
Who I thought was cool me
out together
Even went to with me
Fly nigga, my ace boon
We to low ride together
Shot dice in the
You want
Well you found
'Cause we ya, then issue
The critical beat
He money
I would always come
Needed a car he use mine too
But this
Out on the
People say he was
me a sucker
Talkin' bout how I'm livin'
heard him
Poppin' that last week
Frontin' for some
some big butt freak
Sayin' I'm his
I was on his
Talkin' that crazy old assed shit
And after all of
She walked away
How ya gonna your boy
To get play?
And I stepped to him about it
He said, who

Yo, how did he go
He out like a bitch
So
We just talkin' 'bout you
'Cause of you niggas
Is too

I knew this brother Mitch
Stong
He a girl, in five minutes he lay her
crazy jewels
Hands in ice
Been to not once, but twice
Kept a thick posse
Made of and
and hoods
And vet
Who were up to no
But they all stood him
And watched his
the only way
To on the track
But yo
Mitch got by the feds last week
They snatched by the
Of his Cornice
a look inside
And what did see
Two and a gallon of P.C.P
Oh shit, the thought
subliminal
Three strikes, that's
Habitual
So instead of under
He snitched on his posse
at the crib
And Martini and Rossi
out his whole crew
That rat named

Yo, how did he go
He went out a bitch
So
We just ain't 'bout you
some of you'll niggas
Is too

I knew guy
That was never fly
Couldn't act
Even when he
When we rough
He always
When he told stories, he always
A black
Who was the cool part
He had the
But was missin' the true
When we fight
He always go down quick
So he took
And he got his ass kicked
But now he's
And he kicks his ass
Says it comes problems
he had in the past
Doesn't like
he's upper class
Joined the police, got a badge
Now he rolls the
And he's out to
Doggin' young
'Cause they usually fight back
Got a white
And he for that
And every
Another they crack
So now big man
But he ain't shit

Yo, how did he go
He out like a bitch
So
We ain't talkin' 'bout you
'Cause a lot of this
Are too

Out one night with my
And new kid
I didn't homeboy, but evil E did
So I he was cool
We rode in his
Rag top on Daytons
side to side
We hit the deep
was hawkin' me
You could the vibe
Of artillery
Parliament was on, O.G shit
I put my to the wall
And my pistol grip
All of a
Niggas trippin'
Flippin', the record skippin'
Wildin', fools lockin' up
Gats
The started smokin' up
Me and he hit the
And the back door
My boys let off an automatic
But when we it out to the ride
It was gone, we had to it out
by side
Punk us there to die in a ditch

Yo, how did he go
He went out like a
So
We just ain't talkin' you
you scary ass niggas
Is too

So if wonderin'
Why we are at you
Funny if you
You tell a brother
got a lot of money
But you 'cause
Yo lad you know I be frontin'
I'ma you why?

You act you can fight
But when there's a real
You out that
Your I'ma do it eyes, I'ma do it
No, you ain't, man
No, you come
A brother you've got back up
But you don't
You why
I even hit you with my fist
I'd smack that out of you

I the real brothers