Luyện nghe bài hát JIM JONES

Yeah, it's ya boy...I'm back Gang
rap extravagance classic for you niggaz

Max B]
WE TRYNA GET PAAAID, CAN I GET SOME BUCKS CHUUUUUU?
GET BLAAAZED, CAN I HIT STUFF WITH CHUUUUUU?
GET BRAAAINS, NIGGA I FUCKS CHUUUUU....
CAUSE WE THEM YOU LOVING!

WE FUCKS WITH EXPENSIVE HOEEEEEEES....THE SWANG
AS FAR AS CLOTHEEEEEES....IT'S BYRD GANG
NIGGA WE THIS DOOOOOOOOOOUGH.....
CAUSE WE NIGGAZ YOU LOVING!

If trap is the way out then niggaz stuck there (for' real)
Coffee shops the only way you see here (for' real)
And I'm a different (ha!), feeling out of line
in that deuce so I think I a whole different story!
Can't judge a book by it's
comes to yay you can't judge a brick by it's (what!)
You know if it's butter when you put it in the raw
and that watch flooded if you still see the border
If he doesn't hustle, around him does
And if he ain't homie, somebody around him
(Cause?) Cause ain't easily portrayed (nah)
Death before dishonor easily betrayed
Same from the sandbox, I bought drops (drops)
One year or two times we can the ball drop (ball drop)
We by-coastal you ain't playing right (nah)
Drive-by and toast you, you niggaz spraying right

B]

Five seven with five homie pitch a buck
Hit the club the bitches, ma ain't the only one to fuck
Cause my so prolific, you sluts can do whatever
I'm abusing my name buzzing Brooklyn to Bermuda
Nigga's caught him slipping again, he ain't shoot us
Bigga caught up again and he ain't neva Scooba
Thousand dollar bags of Buddha, I drop back on my
my Ruger'll do ya they did Martin Luther Jr
A lil bigger rocking some thinking that they cushy
Lil got it confused thinking I'm a pussy
Watch how I scream with the team the clock is ticking
I gotta lean when I squeeze cause the be kicking
I be blowing on the stank, on the dank
my quarter across the border I ordered what it
Got ya daughter up in loops all up in the lane
All in the paint, we and caught up in the mix.....OWWW

We do it to the death, a hoopties I done wrecked (Capo!)
I got a bitchy attitude but stay super duper (stay fly!)
My shooters do the rest (bang bang), put the on the curb
if I'm not out of town I'm up in Harlem on the
Or handling B. I, in the with my feet up
running through the city, stay cautious if you see us
Been known for hard, be flossing off the meter (balliiiiin!)
We stay fly, Austin to the sneakers
I love the purple, stay coughing off the (stay high)
Break the speed limit sporty with a heater (speediiiiin!)
You fuckboys, you'll never be us (not at all)
Stunting at the light, in a 07'
Behind the G-wall, I know lifers (Eastside!)
Eight forty eights they was in the Vipers (balliiiiin!)
Six forty five, cherry and piped up
The wrist forty five, heavy and it's iced up