Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

Bitch, I got beam Scotty, leave you spotty
When I this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your
Lodi-dodi, I drinks Bacardi, dick hard drunk
I'm off that skunk punk

And you don't wanna dance tingo
I let my left mingle mangle to your jaw southpaw
It be a law against these thangs, I throw
About to lay some shit down with Celly and Bo

the Garden Bloc, Hillside got they Glock
Mack 10's, Mobb shit'll end
I'm tryin' to it all, so I ball 'till I'm gold
Mobbin' a sixty usin' cruise control

I'm fuckin' wit that click nigga, big nigga on the block
With Glocks, Rag Tops, cut thangs on gold knocks
Better watch your back 'cuz we strapped teks
Push up in a Lex' and dump caps to your neck

shit, bustaz, all die
Leather trench, Brim and two
of a killa at your bed side holdin' on two millas
We bust teks close range, livin' estranged called insane
when it's on, it's on, site no matter night or day
And you can't fuck wit
Get with a half a key, bitch

Give me the and I'ma fill the lane like Fenney
Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every
Any disrespectin' when I'm checkin' for my scrilla
I I'm stilla wig splittin' killa, ain't no realla

Nigga, than me, mobbin' your hood and takin' heads
Slumpin' hangin' out the dumpin'
And shakin' feds, so mind own
Cross the line and see how quick gone
Head blown decapitated slippin' in my zone

with this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig
Fuckin' this Mobb shit
Niggaz get they wig

Fuckin' this Mobb shit
Niggaz get wig split
Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get wig split

It's murder, man, at the front door
And when comes I dumps with both four four's
'em have it 'cuz I'm static dumpin' the grass
Killed his ass and then down and get my last laugh

Punk bitch have tripped, now he lay dead in the ditch
Ass ripped, on his own dick
Money talk, walk, fool, this ain't no sunshine
killas, one garden bloc, two hillside

This shit's and I am tag teamin' with the murder, man
And hurt a man, niggaz doin' dirt
And all you got to do is hop ass in my cut
We'll be back tomorrow mornin', Cell, you or what?

I got gut feelin' about to make the killin' for a livin'
The contract said nigga wore a wire tap
And they him dead, a hundred G's for his head
And leave a bloody glove down where that bleed

Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
Homicide just looked for prints but found no
Stuffed his head in the duffel bag and it up
Them ballas want to see his but they break us off a cut

There it is, cashed him like chips at Reno
Slid us a briefcase full of crispy ass
Made the hit, got the scrilla, gone a trace
B behind the wheel and Bo Loc to the briefcase

Yo' Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail
If it's a tail then I'ma a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin', these niggaz know we no jokin'
Split up the tokens and I'm back in the loccin'

Fuckin' with this Mobb
get they wig split
Fuckin' with this shit
Niggaz get they wig

Fuckin' this Mobb shit
get they wig split
Fuckin' with this shit
get they wig split

Yeah, like a real strangler, yola slanger
Tryin' to get a buck but if I'm fucked in the gas
The autopsy red, niggaz had some heat fo yo ass
And never leave your block your glock, clip and mask
Haters hatin' but it's all game related and that's what we do,