Luyện nghe bài hát Burn

It be a buck-fifty, your chance of is infinity
Slugs that leave niggas drugged a chick slip the Mickey
I'm so on the low, it'd take a Navy Seal to get me I surface
If not chips to is the purpose

On your team, I'll pull the curtain, a beautiful
'Til my eyes see the blood, that the creep start workin'
Niggas never that they eyes keep lurkin'
Have ya janitor your X5 merkin'

Skid the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? Nigga, that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the
My story was written in blood, permanent ink

instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'coz I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes, never 'em
Some love, some me, bitches in the head beatin' 'em
(So)

Niggas wanna ride by the crib all
(Oh)
We clap, motherfucker, a real rap show?
Fiends are rushin' when the mack blow, dead in my
And in the blink, watch how life pass you

wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever learn?
Keep playin' with that and that ass is gettin' burned
with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of somethin' to be afraid of

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever
Keep playin' that fire and that ass is gettin' burned
with semi-autos, one foot is in the grave
We givin' all of somethin' to be afraid of

tell you how it's goin' down, it's on now
Niggas used to me, now they wanna hate me now
I'm same nigga with the tech, holdin' the spot down
Except I'm pushin' a Lex, the top down

But wait, you don't think I live a pop now
hate, you could get popped right now
Me play, I keep a gun around my way
'Coz I'm a fuckin' drama like my nigga Kayslay

Sex, drugs, and murder all day
It's rules, and codes, we obey
Don't even trip, I.M.D., that I claim
Mobb Deep, nigga, ready to bang

Nigga don't think, shit stink, then hit the fans
So I don't slip, I'ma with my gun in my hand
It's a thug thing, y'all wouldn't understand and
Y'all guns, we keep our shit bangin'

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the ever
Keep playin' with that fire and ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one is in the grave
We all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of

You a bitch ass nigga, I had you
All they had was your picture at the
No casket, you bastards be
My jewels, my whip, my rims, we

My guns be the that'll make you blister
My mens, my Timbs'll you niggas
No shit, no clip, don't with us
It's no problem, I bring it to the of them

From the old to the new and the of them
No love, just for ya body, dunn
Just pain, just and worst then that
You let me get my hands on you, so I'm advantage

And that that you pulled ain't do me no damage
You know me but we 'bout to change that shit
Wrap that nigga up a package
Fuck all them, nigga, buck all fagots

What's wrong with motherfuckers, will the ever learn?
Keep playin' with that fire and that ass is burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the
We all of y'all somethin' to be afraid of

What's wrong with motherfuckers, when will the learn?
Keep playin' with that and that ass is gettin' burned
Fuckin' with semi-autos, one foot is in the
We givin' all of somethin' to be afraid of

Yeah, QB, Mobb Deep,
(Yeah)
goin' down, we're takin' over
Vita, gettin' dough
We don't call it Murder for
(Murda, Murda, Murda)

I'll send you on, Prodigy, Big Noyd,
Yeah, see us, it ain't a game, yeah
Oh, on, yeah, you see us