Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

I knew you niggaz be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me you I mean?
Yeah, you to holla at your boy, man

Stop with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit
what you get
That shit stepped on nigga, what you get
I got raw, I got that, uh

Twenty-fo'
(Holla @ boy)
What you baby?
on with it, come on with it
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day, in the
(Holla @ boy)
Sick of that up
(Holla @ boy)

what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz
Come and see me for real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a [Incomprehensible]

Bitches fiend for it, they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna blow it
What you need, what you
Hoes offer me the slip and the deed

Treat it just weed
Hit the right end, then pass it to her
I'm a hustler, you a
Them other niggaz you like, straight ya

Some of 'em lyin', of 'em trickin'
are dyin', some of 'em victims
When you come from South LA
That shit is like dirt weed, a got a headache

If you it raw, now
the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ boy)

for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, you need, baby
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of that up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on
(Holla @ boy)

Ice Cube, back they used to fuck me
Now that I'm hot, these bitches still me
'Cause I'm far from
Everywhere I go, wanna kiss and hug me

They say "Dopeman,
I got your don't turn into Konnan"
Don't wanna see the
I am the man from here to

get mad, I get even
Try to shake the van, you're sleepin'
Oh, my God, this leakin'
Somebody best to the deacon

Any is a overdose
Leave your dead or a comatose
And if you wanna listen
My shit'll you out like Tyrone Biggums

If you it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up,
(Holla @ boy)

Fiendin' for that shit
a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of that up
stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

Holla,
But don't a nigga
Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a

bitch
(I'll holla)
Don't a nigga man
(I'll holla)

If you it raw, now
Make the now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ boy)

Fiendin' for that good
Take a look, bitch, what you need,
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of that up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, on home
(Holla @ boy)

years
I've been you fiends
For twenty
(Holla @ boy)

Why would you with anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ boy)
why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
(Holla @ boy)

You to get at me
You know I got it and I you want it
(Holla @ boy)o

Come on, Cube, let me rap on
I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack up