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

Bitch I got like Scotty
you spotty
When I this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your
I drinks Bacardi
Gets hard drunk
When I'm off that punk
And you don't dance tingo tango
I let my left mingle mangle
To your jaw
It oughta be a law these thangs I throw
About to lay shit down with Celly Cel and Bo
the Garden Blocc
Hillside got Glock
10's
Mobb neva end
I'm tryin' to it all
So I ball I'm gold
Mobbin' through a sixty usin' cruise

I'm wit that click nigga
That big on the block
With Glocks, Rag
Cut on them gold knocks
watch your back ''cause we strapped with teks
Push up in a Lex'
And dump to your neck
shit
all die
Leather
Brim and two
of a killa
At your bed side holdin' on two
Uggh we bust them teks range
estranged
Called
''cause when it's on on site no matter night or day
And you can't fuck wit
Get smothered a half a key

Celly
Give me the ball and I'ma fill the lane like
''cause I'm out to get every penny
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my
I know'm stilla wig splittin' ain't no realla
Nigga than me
Mobbin' through your hood and heads
Slumpin' hangin out the windows
And shakin'
So mind own
Cross the line and see how quick they
Head blown decapitated slippin' in my zone

Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get they wig

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

This shit's fucked and I am tag teamin' with the man
And that'll a man
Niggaz doin' and
All you got to do is hop ass in my 'Cut
be back tomorrow mornin'
Cell, you comin' or
I got this gut
About to the killin' for a livin'
The contract said the nigga a wire tap
And they him dead
A hundred G's for his
And leave a bloody glove down where body bled

Celly
Red rum is what I'm as I hit the fence
Homicide looked for prints but found no
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 some chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase of crispy ass C-Notes
the hit
Got the
without a trace
B behind the
And Bo Loc cuffed to the
Yo' nigga got the chopper 'case they on my trail
If it's a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty
smokin'
These niggaz know we no jokin'
up the tokens
And I'm in the hood loccin'

Fuckin' this Mobb shit
get they wig split

Yeah, like a real hillside strangler, yola slanger, to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas chamber.
The autopsy red, them niggaz had some 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