Luyện nghe bài hát Mac And Brad

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

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

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

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

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

You heard the man said? Bitch now un ask it
I got to it
When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you is plastic
I got a semi pointed at your ass
Slowin' me gets you blasted

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I I need one
'Cause in 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this arm off

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

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

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

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

If your block gettin' nigga, I want in
Run it in I run in
Your 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin' More than run and 'em

bad, smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag, him in his ass and dash
Un the mag
Kill him I don't no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and

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

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

Yo, I so real so my boys can eat
You got the to have a deal and just noise on beats
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 Mac's gonna up niggas

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

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

I used to be a drug
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime
Gettin' cash to eat
Punchin' a clock

In the ghetto small change
till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the up

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

This 17 year old Tony type
Ain't did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right
Under covers pass by I don't know the truth
niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse