Luyện nghe bài hát Clientele Kidd

Straight up, last minute, you know time it is?
up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Word up, word up, blip blap blap blap
up?

Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em
There go, here we go
Who don't know? don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, we go

Aiyo, aiyo Kidd layin' in the crib gettin' ill money
Those who 8 get gig got rugby's on and 4/5ths
them niggaz I go against, the money was his
One nasty of murderers, all type of Goons'll watch

Then minutes later they burglars
I heard the grapevine mine made it
Elevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game up
And now he's stronger ever, Nike jackets and Classics

Go against it and instant vendettas
He run things, gun kings
Check the joint, the kid in
in Africa with two lions

Somethin' the prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millions
Came back, wrapped it up, too
The game is missin' somethin'
I put too to fall back on, I rather just sleep

(Chef)
We designin', with Diamonds
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the and he Billboard climbin'

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' with
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all niggaz bricks on
(Chef)
To the and he Billboard climbin'

Yeah uh, yo Don Carta' bomb harder over everybody
Very rarely you find me without the
waitin' for Rae to give me the cue and
You see about 100 Puerto Rican shootin'

Nigga get down, lay down, we don't around
I don't what you heard but we don't play around
It's cooked coke but look, but what the fuck
How you leave the dope game to pursue

Already that ya shit was trash
Breathin' hard on the mic when yo' is ass
All we to do is bring dignity to rap
And you kiddin' me? I'm the epitome of that

Uh, we much better than y'all, Terre-error the
My niggaz set it when we get in the
Whether Marcy or Comstock, 'pon cock
punch in ya lung and you niggaz gon' drop

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' Diamonds
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' with
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the and he Billboard climbin'

Yo yo yo, him in his mouth
Fuck him, get the gasoline tell to pull the act up
Bring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then his ass
As lame as he look he to cook

And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' his dome and he thirsty
The first week we made him eat
Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his
Made him me on the couch havin' fun with his kids

So now what hurts Is it me showin' love to ya fam
Or you in the box under the floor
Or you alive blow torchin' ya balls?
My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my walls

Not even Ajax can that, Jack
We need maintenance man shit that kill
That greasy blood on contact, finish you off I'm pressed for time
man and 'em will be next to die, motherfucker

(Chef)
We designin', rhymin' with
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He y'all niggaz bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

(Chef)
We designin', with Diamonds
(Chef)
Ice Water, it was all in the
(Chef)
He gave y'all bricks on consignment
(Chef)
To the death and he Billboard

Who don't know? They know, betta let 'em know
There go, here we go
Who don't They don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, we go

Who don't know? They don't know, betta let 'em
There they go, we go
Who don't know? don't know, betta let 'em know
There they go, we go