Luyện nghe bài hát 'N' My City

It's all the 6 figgas
You ballin' nigga if you got figgas

I got my AK nigga, and I'm to blast it
Game tight like elastic wit a [unverified] murder jack it
Eraser, Baby Gangsta, V.L.
I'm on a to Hell, before I go I want 6 figgas

Uptown is you catch me doin' dirt, gun slangin'
Nuts hangin', for sho', play me and I'm bangin'
I no ho, my heart don't pump water, it pump liquor
Watch your step, I'll hit ya, I promise I'll ya

Click-clack, everything I pack got slugs
I'm the definition of a thug, my click sellin' drugs
Ain't no love, if ya the CMB, we risin', drivin' Lexus and big body
Got them whole for ten a key, niggas think we tellin' tales

But on the real, we got whole thangs for a sell
F.B.I. tryin' to nail, but our click covered up
Whatever you do, or how you do, all on you
Hot Boy, 16, wit G's

This rap game is the life, nigga ya believe
What I go through and what I see, it's
On the slick, six ounces, top twenty, I'm calculatin'
catchin' masturbation, shit's a trip

But I'm 'bout moola, fetti, cheese, green, my
Nigga don't slip, 'cause I got 10 clips and I for it
Nigga believe I'll rip a shit for it

In my city a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, times is
get real, head get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout thangs, that's why I want a mill

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to large
But you step or get on, times is hard
Shit get real, get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I a mill

Nigga, don't you trip I done came up on a lick
And I'm servin' thirty gram for six
I got the block up now, come to me
take ya to B., he went down to ten a key

We got coke floatin' that U.P.T.
totin', locin', in the GS3 bubble
In the Lexus 450 Cruiser, block
Nigga don't let the age ya

bussa, Hot Boy, young baller
The AK I pack is used for
My mind is to be respected, or ya neck off
'Cause Uptown, there's no to set it off

it up, release safety, and bust
Retaliation is a must, I don't give a
I'm niggas, that's on the real, so wuz happenin'
I'm of that dope, scratchin', and I'm 'bout that action

Is you 'bout action, if not, clear a path
I'm mad, I jacked a nigga and an is all he had
sad, you stun'n, jeopardisin' ya wig
Doin' petty hustlin', ain't comin' up on shit

What's the reason, bein' on the all day
You ain't got nowhere to lay, that nickel and pay
do better grabbin' a K, bein' ready to spray
Make a muthafucka day, nigga be to spray

In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live
But you or get stepped on, times is hard
Shit get real, get bust, blood spill
It's 'bout thangs, that's why I want a mill

the beef up like a lighter, I'm a gangsta rap writer
Every time I spit, I get and tighter
Keep it real when I flow, points I throw
Quick to chop a nigga down a fuckin' lawn mow

Playin' a flow over the limit, in this music
Come wit shit, ya gotta listen, 'til the song finished
Young menace, sport Girbauds and tennis
know if I got beef, I spin a bin, spinnin'

Can't calm me down, I'm from Uptown
me, it's war wit an army, wit Tommy guns
Wit drums, a hundred plus comin' from 'em
I give a fuck, if I did 'em, then I done 'em

Take notes, bitches try to be close
Silent when you got money, but naughty ya broke
Bustas wanna be ya boys when they know ya got
I stand alone all the time, niggas catch a poke

I hustle hard for what I want, if I then I'm a broke nigga
Wit no on my block then you a joke nigga
I rap now, I put aside that coke
But if I gotta, I grab my duct and my rope nigga

In my city a struggle, you hustle to live large
But you step or get stepped on, is hard
Shit get real, head get bust, blood
It's 'bout havin' thangs, that's why I want a

I want a mil mil ticket
(Gettin' wicked)
On the real, V.L., my Big Moe, 2-2-3
L.T., Adam, G.A., Ten

EightBall, Derek, Lil' Turk, Hot
My nigga Bubba got the
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