Luyện nghe bài hát N***** Get They Wig Split

Bitch I got beam Scotty
you spotty
When I point aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your
Lodi-dodi I drinks
dick hard drunk
When I'm off that skunk
And you don't wanna dance tango
I let my left mingle mangle
To jaw southpaw
It oughta be a law against these thangs I
About to lay some shit with Celly Cel and Bo
the Garden Blocc
Hillside got they
Mack
shit'll neva end
I'm to have it all
So I 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' through a usin' cruise control

I'm fuckin' wit click nigga
That big on the block
Glocks, Rag Tops
Cut on them gold knocks
Better your back ''cause we strapped with teks
Push up in a blue
And dump caps to neck
Mobb
all die
Leather
and two nines
Costume of a
At your bed holdin' on two millas
Uggh we them teks close range
Livin'
insane
''cause it's on it's on site no matter night or day
And you can't wit these
Get with a half a key

Celly
Give me the and I'ma fill the lane like 'Fenney
Hardaway I'm out to get every penny
Any disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I know'm stilla wig splittin' killa no realla
Nigga realla me
Mobbin' your hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' out the windows dumpin'
And shakin'
So mind own
Cross the line and see how quick they
Head blown caught slippin' in my zone

Fuckin' this Mobb shit
get they wig split

Uggh it's the murder man posted at the front
And when they comes I with both four-four's
Letin' 'em have it I'm static
the grass
his ass
And then down and get my last laugh
Punk bitch shouldn't have
Now he lay dead in the
Ass
on his own dick
Money
walk
Fool ain't no sunshine
Three
One garden blocc, two

This shit's and I am tag teamin' with the murder man
And that'll a man
doin' dirt and
All you got to do is hop your ass in my
We'll be tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you comin' or
I got this gut
About to make the for a livin'
The contract said the wore a wire tap
And want him dead
A hundred G's for his
And leave a glove down where that body bled

Celly
Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
Homicide for prints but found no evidence
his head in the duffel bag and zipped it up
Them ballas to see his face before they break us off a cut
There it is cashed him like some at Reno
us a briefcase full of crispy ass C-Notes
the hit
Got the
Gone a trace
B behind the
And Bo Loc cuffed to the
Yo' nigga Cell got the chopper 'case they on my
If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty
smokin'
These know we ain't no jokin'
Split up the
And I'm back in the loccin'

Fuckin' with this shit
get they wig split

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, slanger, tryin to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber.
The red, them niggaz had some heat fo yo ass.
And never leave your block without glock, clip and mask.
Haters hatin but its all game related and that's what we do