Luyện nghe bài hát Niggas Don't Understand

Fa sho for my homie K.C.
just did ten in tha pen
'Bout to spit this for ya fool

niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' they tell me that)
These niggas don't understand he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' they tell me that)

I me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How B?)
these fuckin' kees
(Where B?)
Run 'em in U.P.T.
(And who run 'em?)
Tha and my B.G.

You gotta 'em
(That is my lady)
golds and I'm out there baby

I hit my safe for a and fifty G's
(Why nigga?)
for 20 kees
(Street value?)
Two and fifty G's
(And yo profit?)
A lick for a G's

My people, 'bout to bring us some heavy Snow white
Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all flight
Fuck breakin' two hundred I'm Q.B's
Ziploc 'em up and send 'em to U.P.T.

Never seen a beam and so much yay
On his porch stairs, but mail
One hundred G's with now that's no big drama
I keep packin' to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too kees bringin' rats and gats and Cadillacs
But through thick and thin, V.L. got my

These niggas understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still birds they tell me that)
niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds tell me that)

Fuckin' break these down to quarter kees
Let Vamp run 'em all in the Ward U.P.T.
K.C. drop this on my B.G.
(Tear da kee)

Bring me back a hundred G's
get yo shit
(Nigga I got my shit)
Ready to yo shit?
(I'm to pop my shit)

take yo breath, introduce you to death
When you get to hell, 'em I can follow your map
Tired of flippin' hustlas, I wanna flip some G's
So what's up wit'
(Graduated kees)

We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit
We ride Lexus with interiors, or Cameros
got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5
(Got the for 11-5)

Come to the B.G. I might do it for a 5
Nigga I ball and people don't know it, 'cuz I show it
The only way to find out is if you and score it
'Cuz I stop with no hoe or no show
I wear my and get a bucket and keep it on the down low

These niggas don't understand he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they me that)
These niggas understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds tell me that)

Never out her, and the powder
Nigga move the shit from to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to yo ass wrinkle?
fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango

Chickens in a supreme, young hoes dream
Cash rules in town, know what I mean?
Snowin' Alaska, wanted in Nebraska
tried to testify I straight blast her

K's and the ammo, modern-day
Got a glock some and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene a bloody body

I got this locked up
Manny Fresh the man
A.K.A. Big

These niggas understand that he tha man
(And on the low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
niggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the down low I'm still sellin' they tell me that)