Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

I you niggaz would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I
Yeah, you to holla at your boy, man

fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit
That's you get
That shit on nigga, that's what you get
I got raw, I got that, uh

seven
(Holla @ boy)
you need baby?
Come on it, come on with it
(Holla @ boy)

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

That's what you get for with them niggaz
and see me for that real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole

Bitches fiend for it, then lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still it
you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the

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

Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em
Others are dyin', some of 'em
When you come South Central LA
That shit is like weed, a nigga got a headache

If you it raw, now
Make the call now, 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 on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

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

Ice Cube, back then they to fuck me
Now that I'm hot, these still love me
'Cause I'm far ugly
I go, they wanna kiss and hug me

They say "Dopeman,
I got money don't turn into Konnan"
wanna see the G-hand
I am the man from to Cleveland

get mad, I get even
Try to the van, think you're sleepin'
Oh, my God, this nigga's
best to call the deacon

Any is a overdose
Leave your punk-ass dead or a
And if you don't listen
My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone

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

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

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

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

Holla,
But don't two-way a
Bitch, that nothin' but a transcript

Dumb
(I'll holla)
two-way a nigga man
(I'll holla)

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

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

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

of that blow up
Gettin' on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

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

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

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

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