Luyện nghe bài hát Call 9-1-1

This right here is considered a
Delivered with anger, your is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' flamers
Them were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta

Just face it, I blaze shit yo shit is basic, my is matrix
Make you shit, niggaz won't say shit, but DJ's you ain't shit
'Cuz you don't play shit, unless it's gay shit

I'm straight off the slave ship, my style is
I'm rich and I'm famous, I'm on, I'm
I came wit that language, it's mad, it's
You study at Cambridge, I'm yo main bitch

Plus my is full, of gin and tonic, erotic
you got it, hypnotic, plus I got it
After eleven niggaz got patriotic
On nine twelve I'm fuck it nigga blaze the chronic

Call 9-11, then your reverend
call Heaven, here I come Lord
by the gun, die by the gun
A eye for an eye you live and die by this war

right here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' flamers
Them naggers were swagger, 'cuz keep it gangsta

Yeah, now it's the mornin' the night I just rolled
9-1-1 ain't a area code it's a mode
And I'm still in amazement on how I put it
Emptied round after rat-tat-tat was the sound

Now understand the situation, it was
We, handled this urgently
I can't just have no nigga out there just workin' me, me
Talkin' all of shit, dishin' dirt on me, shit

He was a local nigga sheisty and didn't pay up
So I got dressed in all black and the K up
And all I could think about is as I lit the J up
And even though it was late night, I fucked his whole day up

It was play, the youngster took me for a joke
Not knowin' a maniac and I love the gun smoke
Make sparks in my barrel, flew through his apparel
Stupid lost his life over Dinero but

9-11, then call your reverend
Then call Heaven, I come Lord
by the gun, die by the gun
An eye for an eye you live and die by this war

This here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your life is in
Beware of them strangers, holdin' flamers
Them naggers were swagger, they keep it gangsta

It safe no fuckin' mo'
I swear on everything I love, my hood, my momma, my
This motherfuckin' dub, is hall of nigga, I claim nigga
Like PCP to the brain, it's like kel runnin my fame

lightnin' I'm sippin', snickerin', slippin' the crip and like a fiend
I tremble, shiver and them blow your doam to
Act up, no actor, starch crease
Dick harder than Viagra, dub push ick backwards

Connect alumni, but the gun bloods and crips
And when we touch down we turn niggaz till the guy says grip
Squeeze lead, to the y'all dead, I'm fucked up in the can
And I a bitch over whether she can blew or all red

The industry most hated, get at us, we ready, dub, mack
And cube like Saddam, Bin and no Jag in the Chevy
Back again, momma there go man again
Grab the gun, niggaz on one call 9-1-1

This here is considered a banger
Delivered with anger, your is in danger
Beware of them strangers, holdin' them
naggers were swagger, 'cuz they keep it gangsta