Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

Huddy combs it home, we don't stop
Jimmy all alone, we don't stop
Loon crime fam', we stop
Meeno, nrb, we don't
To my man blink, we don't stop
My sis baby stase, she stop
Killer cam', cardan, the fam'
One two, we stop
I know you thinkin', how nigga's he got?
Or what, how nigga's is hot?

Yo, yeah you a fake wanna be rich nigga, sticker
You know, that get on the stand and stinker
So when cardie read the press, I of success
I want cream to invest plus a beam' and a
So I bags of dutch, the cash and plus
My a lush, so all we really had was us, what?

Wit me? it like this, sip a six, get some chips
And a half a brick
Now the whole in the mix facin' a three-to-six
they got the da believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in of the bus for some dust
Life in world shouldn't be so tough
It's hot at home, got a block on the phone
Couldn't call my man pete so I huddy comb

yo, meeno
yo, hud
[huddy] on the low, the verdict
A tried to front on me, pard', I wanna murder
I want the jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell blink get on the next smokin'

Shit, I recognize that
Didn't he do a on the strip?
Got caught, do five so he snitched?
What of guy's this? look in his eyes
He's a
Mase, remember when we had his ride in the
His girl to cry, he took the side of his chick
Like we some nigga's that lie on our
Who you when you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the on, we buckin' and duckin (black)
Mase his truck in (black)
rushin', spark the hydro, jumped inside the tie ho
Mase slow, and they go five-oh
Look out the be sure we wasn't followed
No observers, whew! I got away wit' murder

Yo, you got to front for me, my gun pop too
pop me? nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right look familiar?
Matter of fact, while back to deal wit' her
You wouldn't believe all the things honey did
Yo, that's the one throw the money out the crib
I liked it lot better when she came venezuela
But she spent too much so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her friend
She mad bad baghdad
lotta money in glad bag
She runs for willie gum
Used to that bitch was slick
But out she was really dumb
She really philly's hunt of be more
to blow her spot like c-4
Never see me
So why this bitch fuckin' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and down like

For days you argue and go the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she hate yo'
No feelings, that's while the hoes you
Creepin', sneakin' in your while you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the degan
your new rican every single week and it's sentimental
Understand what you been
You fuck a friend, she hold it against you

Yeah, nigga, nigga, touch nigga, fuck nigga
What chu want nigga? chu want, what chu got?
Uh, chu need? what chu got? uh, what chu shoot?
What chu what?
Harlem world we stop
Mother fucker, put your on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' fuckin' ice on it
Put a mother mil' on it
Niggas fuck wit' my clique
Who put the money up?
I hear a niggas talkin'
But who wanna put they on it?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all niggas sayin' shit
Yo' blink, the benz up
Get 'round me, nigga