Luyện nghe bài hát Guess Who's Back

to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the noise up
We'll get right into the this evening
Headphones are distorting, it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we with it
The boy Face on the bass line, - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Hov' chea
Kanye on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's going on now?
Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to for a minute
Just gimme a minute of ya time baby - I don't much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to motherfuckers, uhh

Guess bizack?
You still smelling crack in my
Don't me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it out to taxing them roads
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing it
Straight from the oven it, came from the dirt
I emerged it all without a stain on my shirt
You can my old earth, for the shit she instilled in me
Still with me, pain work
Shit she made me this game for all it's worth
That's right, niggas can't fuck with me
I'm calling guts every time, drag my nuts every
Homey, we a great combination don't we?
Me and the Face Mob, every we face-off
Face it y'all, y'all playing basic ball
I'm on the block like I'm feet tall
Homey, I'm in the drop the AC on
That's why the, streets me dawg, I'm so cool!

Guess bizack?
Back on the with the old Face Mob
Mittens and Hov'
Don't me relapse
to the block with the fo'
Cuz this shit is all I know

From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot of joy and a
Trying to make me forty thousand and
Motels, star-studded, rock stars and
clothes wanna run in my room
But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Mob
with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg
Give niggas a break, nah, you how the game go
Fuck you think I slang fo', to go the grain (no)
I'm out to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase
I wanna fuck a fine hoe and paint the 88
Don't got no wholesale, that ain't how I wanna run it
Here take these five stones and bring a nigga back a
see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do
The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the fool
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the
And fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part of the time
We go to war and you ain't a dime (ha ha!)
Cause I got, shit to lose, a nigga out here payin his
My walking gotta get him some shoes
It's a new doing, lemme give ya the rules
Get outta and I'ma give ya the blues
It's a new doing, lemme give ya the rules
Get outta and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa!

who's bizack?
The boy B. Mizack, a.k.a. Mr.
Turn a whole one a half a brick, look I mastered this
You can smell it once the rips
A hot make ya swell up if ya gasket clicked
You can make ya chips swell up, ya don't to pitch
them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch
Young'n pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz
And keep ya whole hood on flip, like on
Pissy and shit, low old box of things
Strictly glassy shit, I hug the block a quart of water
Shit I used to hug a corner like a old and a quarter
Till like deuce in the morning, with the old
Slanging loose quarters, this Philly cat back (had it)
Still fucking with crack addicts
busting with that black-matic

Guess who's
Back on the block with the old Mob
Mittens and Hov'
Don't make me
to the block with the fo'
Cuz this shit is all I know