Luyện nghe bài hát Micc Check

Yeah, somethin' fo' you trick ass in 95.
Ha, b.g. out and gangsta dre'sta
fo' life, fools.

Micc - 1,2 - what a nigga - gon do
the 165 crew run upon you?
Yeah, you know you gon bow down a bitch
'cause you niggaz can't fuck 5 or the 6.

[ b.g.]
the cpt inside my g wit my mask on
Ready to these bustas slippin' so dat I can blast on
They ass for shootin' my homie just the other day, g.
fucked up but fuck dat, them niggaz now gots to pay, g.
I'm headin' up to the spot where be chillin', so now I'm dippin'
Oh, wouldn't ya know, these niggaz standin' on the slippin'.
I bumped around the and I hopped out my g so
I creeped and crawled, I crawled and crept on my knees until I got
They probably have seen me if they wasn't so faded.
Fuck , run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I it.
Niggaz are runnin' and until I watched a few drop like
Broke around the corner, took off my mask and I hopped back
Into my g, which stand on the scene before I the sirens.
Slapped on my all from the way so I can collect all my ends.
Took the g and dumped it but I had to the strap, too.
It was my chance so I did what I had to.

[2x]

Hyh, I'm sick and goin' asleep, waking up to sweaty
Stressin' from the and all the pressures on the streets
I pack my heat everywhere a nigga step
From the thoughts dat have crept about as I slept.
Sheltered in my madness, dreamin' mo' killin'
And never seem to wake until I see some spillin'.
witta stuff's kinda ruff on a young mind
Everybody from criminals to one-times
If we believin' everything dat the say
Shit, we be everyday.
But I don't feel right, I feel and depressed
I'm dreamin' about flesh bein' ripped from my chest.
Down goes nigga, down goes another
Respect to my brotha, in piece, bam, I love ya.
Man, it's a to see you gone and I'm alone
You want me to carry on so I gots to be strong.
If only I had known or had a clue who did dat
I swear I'll take diz gat and split dat nigga'z wig back
I hate to see some niggaz do some to some kin of me
Fuckin' loc is fin? to be on my enemy.
Niggaz know what's happenin', I through yo hood wit my strap in my lap and
to start blastin', you trick ass niggaz.

Chorus:

Micc - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do?
Micc - 1,2 - whatchu bustaz gon do?
check - 1,2 - whatchu bitches gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu gon do?
check - 1,2 - whatchu fools gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - ad pound gon do?
check - 1,2 - whatchu hoochies gon do?
Micc - 1,2 - whatchu niggaz wanna do?