Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet Klub

[Intro:

You niggas know what's up
Don't stupid nigga

Banks, what's up
It's go time

1: Conway]
Look, these niggas can't what I create
Boy, I'm actually
Homie, I to stash cracks by the gate (aaahh)
The couple stacks I make with the MAC on my waist
I could a package upstate and have you stabbed in the face
Thought you was safe while behind the (huh)
You soft (pussy)
you poked inside the yard, then youngin slidin off (haha..)
Before the signin, I wore designer, y'all
Dog, I swear we cut from a different kind of (facts)
I'm off, wig shot, your brains fly across the street
When I fire off the heat, I'm ridin off
to get my dick sucked inside a loft (haha..)
Put Scotty O.G. inside of my (smokin)
Don't my phone if you ain't tryin to buy it all, I'm the God
Keep it a 1000, I inspire (HAHAHHH..)
I provided with classics, dropped the hardest tape since '94
But I out supplyin raw
Okay, I get it, my face is
But considerin my facial image, nigga spit it the way I spit it?
Think about it, I'll a minute... (haha)
I had to give you time to of a name
it might take a minute
When I dropped 2, I made a statement with it
Niggas tough, I prop up, to see what's shaking with it
Let the Beretta knock the letters of Lakers fitted
Toss bullets, I'm Troy Aikman with it when he played Emmitt
it, I'm one of the greatest with it, huh
I raise the bar, flick the leave your face with scars
Break in your place and all that in your safe is ours
You rap niggas safe at all
My takin niggas chains at the awards
And we skatin off
the sticks like 50 shots is sprayin off
Kill 'em, back, hit 'em again, we makin' sure, uh

Lloyd Banks]
Uh, you know where the fuck we from,
Sound like a one.. (pap pap..)
It's the real niggas
Blood, sweat, tears and flares

2: Lloyd Banks]
Figured I hit the top those I seen the bottom with
Wrong!
switched, my circle so small I'm standin' out of it (damn)
Episodes of a giant, hand me my
Steal off the table bet he won't have a family to it with (nah)
Fake ass nigga, sign your a counterfeit
Limbs off your counterparts
We're known for breakin' hearts (uhh)
Ran out of debatin', die for the fast flip
Cruisin, Confederate flags to wipe my ass with (nigga)
Had to be killin' shit, I'm ghosts
Seein' my disappearin' my feelings broke (uhh)
Being successful bring 'em to tears faster
Keep your.. threats off the wire, buggin' my Fear Factor
Uh.. 30 rounds for square rapper
The hand of God off the vertical, smack ya (uhh)
Shot at me but I never felt a thing, my diamonds
allergic, Valentino handkerchief for sneezin' (yeah)
Drippin' passion, I overdosed twice
Aced all obstacles, I ain't run from shit but
Hunger balance cold
Life's a gamble, be damned I throw dice
I'm ten toes spike, as my show price (uhh)
I bet a rise'll clear out all the petty vibes
It bark like a Shepherd, bite (bike) like (uhh)
Them cruel of grim chronic and Henny eyes
Ghoul vomit and envy cries for cowards in
I pull your card, make 'em look at you after
Run around on my Gorilla shit, and toss it at ya
I was to be on in this era, too off for master
Lash back with your own whip
by stronger laughter (yeah)
Look in my eyes and see the of success
The of a hundred real niggas here in the flesh
From the off the mountain top I was mesmerized
Medicine for maniacs, chain-reacts and the ghetto

[Hook: Lloyd
Uh, you know where the fuck we nigga
Sound like a one
It's the niggas year
Blood, sweat, and bullet flares

3: Benny]
Yo, in my town we got foul habits, .40 cal
Hustlers plow cash and in a wild fashion
Til agents chase us backwards
They know our faces, but to them, we just in a file cabinet
I'm Louie'd down in that brown fabric, this watch I to drown sadness
my childhood for how I'm actin'
And leave the counter then we brown
The dollar stackin', I can see them numbers
Hustlers count
I'm comfy in the bar section, not 'cause I'm rich
I'm certified, I'm nothing like these cross dressers
I can't believe the flow got us
I the whole profit, got a plan with rock like the Globetrotters
We beef out and fold dollars
But I'm still humble from the
We ate the bread with the mold it
And this a feeling you will never feel, flow still
And I perform better when the build
Single mothers readin' hustlers, stretchin'
She fed us with the cash for the bill (woo!)
I'm too eclectic, mouth reckless
I hit the hood just to chill, like the old days, catch a
You see, this paper change a nigga demeanor (seen it)
I it take dreamers and make 'em into believers (uh huh)
Had you Ace pullin' up like Ace in the Beamer
But first you relate to that Ace in the cleaners, AAAHHH!