Luyện nghe bài hát Bk to La

Yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah,
M.O.P., uhh, X to the Z
baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my Fiyaah

I the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, some space
I got y'all, in place, cut to the heart of the subject
Mash out niggaz, straight from the you love it

Ain't nothin it, we stomp y'all religiously
paper thugs tryin' to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't the chemistry

All inside baseball hat and kneecaps
With baseball bats, 'til fame hit you me till mini-mac
Full black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted with Bill

Still, world,
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact we're
Heartless and painless, it's dangerous to
That try to change us, knowin' we're to flame 'em

You problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

You problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You wanna throw the towel in holmes, it's your man B.D.
N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
M.O.P., and X to the Z
Is a friend of our family, yeah my

For you, counterfeit, hardcore players
I rub you under your face with razors
street intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
Grip quick, squeeze and Level Men to settle it

L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
Persistant and on doin' it our way
Do you really wanna fuck Danze?
When he comin' them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my

the world flame, face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y'all akin to God and gangsters
the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, happenin'?

You problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

You want problems I'ma 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

Hunt down, hurt, hang and the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me
in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is

down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, and thank me later
in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is

You got problems with us? poppin'
I get in yo' like anthrax, vaccine couldn't stop it
Let's move on 'em, must on 'em
in, gun-bustin', black seven plus tools on 'em

Never on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
I send you to God no shoes
Clueless, real G's run this, we rule
If you wanna get into some shit, let's do this

No question, no
is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look you see the signs
Say, "No Smokin'", but our guns got

Yeah, 'cause I'm not, what you I was
Like my career was gon' fade like a fuckin'
Raise the high, I solidify
The that I keep on shit, get off my dick

You problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you mean it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you mean it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga