Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

Beanie, up, baby?
What's
(Face)
Sigel, what ' to get off, baby?
We to get off
Aiyo, we goin' to do on this shit man?
wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'?

What you want to do
I, I wanna, I wanna it
(Smash)
and forth, back and forth
Let's do it, what you hear?
I wanna hear of that ol' that, ol' dear diary
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you
Yeah, I'm

I locks and load, and spray
Hit you niggas a block away
SK to the Stock
'Cause I how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload shit

'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit
Been big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
Now eat this motherfuckin'
These niggas got pussy in 'em
See I got them in they denim

Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, taper
Fuck you police and fuck
Move to smooth, duck or try to shake us
2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't paper

You heard what the man Bitch now un ask it
I got to it
When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is
I got a semi automatic at your ass
Slowin' me down you blasted

For your chunk, I'll trunk folks
It ain't for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you bout to show you what this tech will do

You must of that we was friendly
we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, what we after
We the package under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we

Blast the rocket, off your leg
Tear through forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your niggas you short arm
Pelets in your hand, you'll never put on
Ain't fair when you got to get your war on

So why don't you out and play?
Make my mother day
Y'all niggas cotton, like augrotten
We niggas to hit your stash and leave you rotten

I done bust slugs from all types of
I have your ass plugged up to all of shit
And I you, dog, how your life can get
And every all real fuck what you might can get

'Cause nothin' to be said something needs to be done
B me a cigarette, I think I need one
'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the alarm off
And shoot motherfuckers arm off

You better smartin' up
Act like Mac won't through and spark shit up
Where the you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga commin' out the fuckin' dark from

I done told you, I'm the only nigga pushin'
And for another to try to take my place is in the wake
It's time I
make you mother fuckers pay
Now me to the motherfuckin', yay

You at a sick bastard
stick up shit, I got it mastered
Glove and ski it, any body move a lick gettin' blasted
I'm in the crib for your shit and a thick plastic

I got duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin', stop squermin' or stop
'Cause I didn't come here to stay or play babysitter
I came here to split your mother wig, nigga

If your block money nigga, I want in
Run it in I run in
Your spot 200 and 100 men
Droppin' shells than run and 'em

Actin' bad, smash a nigga and mash
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and
Un the mag
him I don't need no mask
We Identify each other Mac and Brad

Who you but Mac and Brad?
Come all black, no mask and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, eagle the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel

Yeah nigga that's what I'm about I know you not tired
I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out motherfucker

Yo, I so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on
Little suburb nigga never saw the
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed heat

I keep it the truth, what's all the for?
God damn, week I got to break a jaw
And you why I smack up niggas?
Shit, it's either that or gonna clap up niggas

What ya'll want me to do hun? up?
So my raps can to soften up?
Shit never that, dog, my baretta cat
Hittin' niggas in they cap where the letters at

I told that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a booth in
The in here, aiyo, it's over in here
God damn, bring me some juice in here

I to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut dime rocks
cash to eat with
Punchin' a clock

In the ghetto makin' small
Slingin' the sun up
Got to pay my bill focusing on the come up

Got 6 numbers strait
Crank 38
Big boys trippin' on me to nigga hate

This 17 old Tony Montana type
Ain't never did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama
Under pass by thinkin' I don't know the truth
Makin' these offers they know these niggas can't refuse