Luyện nghe bài hát Micc Check

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

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

[ b.g.]
Rollin' the cpt my g wit my mask on
Ready to catch bustas slippin' so dat I can blast on
They ass for shootin' my homie the other fuckin' day, g.
They up but fuck dat, them niggaz now gots to pay, g.
I'm headin' up to the where they be chillin', so now I'm dippin'
Oh, ya know, these niggaz standin' on the corner slippin'.
I around the block and I hopped out my g so
I creeped and crawled, I and crept on my knees until I got close
They would have seen me if they wasn't so faded.
, run upon the crowd, pulled out my gat and then I sprayed it.
Niggaz are runnin' and bailin' until I watched a few drop
Broke around the corner, took off my mask and then I hopped
Into my g, which stand on the scene I heard the sirens.
Slapped on my bitch all the way so I can collect all my ends.
Took the g and it but I had to dump the strap, too.
It was my only so I did what I had to.

Chorus

Hyh, I'm sick and goin' asleep, waking up to sheets
Stressin' from the and all the pressures on the streets
I wanna pack my heat everywhere a nigga
From the dat have crept about death as I slept.
Sheltered in my madness, about mo' killin'
And seem to wake until I see some blood spillin'.
Dealin' witta stuff's ruff on a young mind
Everybody dying 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
'cause I'm dreamin' about flesh bein' ripped my chest.
Down another nigga, down goes another
Respect to my brotha, rest in piece, bam, I ya.
Man, a trip to see you gone and I'm alone
You would want me to on so I gots to be strong.
If only I had or had a clue who really did dat
I swear take diz here 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 rollin' through yo wit my strap in my lap and
to start blastin', you trick ass niggaz.

Chorus:

check - 1,2 - whatchu marks gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - bustaz gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu gon do?
check - 1,2 - whatchu niggaz gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - what ad gon do?
Micc check - 1,2 - whatchu gon do?
check - 1,2 - whatchu niggaz wanna do?