Luyện nghe bài hát Family Crisis

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

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

Wit me? it started like this, sip a six, get chips
And about a half a
Now the team's in the mix facin' a three-to-six
they got the da believin' this shit
So we handcuffed in back of the bus for some
Life in harlem 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 nigga tried to on me, pard', I wanna murder
I the nigga jaw broken, chest peeled wide open
Tell blink get on the thing smokin'

Shit, I that whip
he do a drive-by on the strip?
Got caught, couldn't do so he snitched?
What type of this? look in his eyes
a bitch
Mase, remember we had his ride in the mix?
His girl start to cry, he took the side of his
Like we some nigga's that lie on our
Who you forget you was suckin' and fuckin'
Now the war's on, we and duckin (black)
pulled his truck in (black)
Blood rushin', spark the hydro, jumped the tie ho
Mase drive slow, and they go
Look out the window be sure we followed
No observers, whew! I just got wit' murder

Yo, you ain't got to for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there familiar?
Matter of fact, back used to deal wit' her
You wouldn't all the things that honey did
Yo, the same one throw the money out the crib
I liked it lot better she came from venezuela
But she spent too cheddar so yo, I had to hit her

But yo, I know her charise
She mad bad from
Carry lotta in glad bag
She doin' for willie gum
Used to that bitch was slick
But found out she was really
She really from hunt of be more
'bout to blow her spot c-4
Never see me
So why this bitch wit' me for
Knowin' that my life is up and like see-saw

For you argue and go through the phase
You blaze, you throw shade, now she yo' ways
No feelings, that's while the hoes you
Creepin', in your pocket while you sleepin'
Freakin' off on the degan
Wit' your new rican every single week and sentimental
Understand what you been
You a friend, she don't hold it against you

Yeah, nigga, what nigga, touch nigga, nigga
What chu want nigga? chu want, what chu got?
Uh, what chu need? what chu got? uh, chu shoot?
chu got? what?
Harlem we don't stop
fucker, put your deal on it
Mother fucker, put a on it
Put yo' fuckin' ice on it
Put a fuckin' mil' on it
Niggas can't fuck my clique
Who wanna put the up?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who put they deal on it?
I alot a niggas talkin'
But who put a mil on it?
Y'all ain't sayin' shit
Yo' blink, the benz up
Get 'round me, nigga