Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Nigga Hill Figga

I'm gonna let motherfuckers know something

We to be them, live niggaz
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Fizzy Womack, y'all, hillfigga
One put the drop on ya quicker, nigga

We happen to be them, live
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
One that'll put the on ya quicker, nigga

We brought a raw chapter
the history of slinging crack
To the history of rap from the history of misery
The Brownsville, Brooklyn,

(William and)
Womack, pa
It's known that you get your shit back, pa
The hill is real, we own that, pa
(Cock the chrome)
'Cause you clap, pa

What it look like when they on the
Slinging the same as fame getting cream all
(Gotta get my on)
Go 'head 'cause I know what it be
When you got no bread, when you and out

turn they back at you
Even the try to disrespect the rap in you
I got gratitude, baby, I mad at you
I bet you that is stink as your attitude

Hold that as I step off, no frown
Keep that pretty like always
people getting fucked up in these raw days
But they can be left to in they hallways

I got family CI to B'ville
We no evil, bitch, nigga, we real
(Now slide)
Slide before I turn this into a motherfucking homicide

We happen to be them, live
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Womack, y'all, true hillfigga
William Berkuance,
(Hillfigga)

Now I don't know if you remember me,
(William Berkuance)
From swingin' and slinging is no shit
Watch these niggaz, move crowds
While you pathetic, ass niggaz ain't allowed

I'm not a gangster and I lie
I've always afraid to die
(So when worst to worst)
I'll my shit out first
I'll better in an Elderado, than in a hearse

When it's time to you know where them thugs at
(First Family)
You know where my at
Give up to my peers who survived the Blood
Sweat and Tears, to a hundred years

We change or switch or aim or pitch
We dedicated to dominating the same
Holla-holler, I what I may have to do
(You my motto)
Walk and slash your crew

If I'm after you, on
your head up 'cause I won't let up till your ass is gone
(Come on)
So now you me
the hell-raising, gun-blazing, BD

We to be them, live niggaz
(Don't try)
Niggaz, do or die
Fizzy Womack, y'all hillfigga
One put the drop on ya quicker, nigga

Can I hear silence? For the peops that's
Rest in peace, ya', with me
(Ya')
And I still keep old with me
I'm to the game

Whether the streets or this rap thing
I'm gon' a Brooklyn 'Fugitive'
I'm the judge, and the executioner
(What? What?)

I'm used to the machines
(The calibre)
And the crime scenes
You my name, I've been trained to flip
From the environment where they be firing clips

So tell your man flinchin'
Stand at attention and for the lynchin'
(Firing Squad)
the same tale
(The of the best)
And we the best for last