Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Get They Wig Split

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

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

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

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

shit, bustaz, all die
Leather trench, and two nines
Costume of a killa at your bed side on two millas
We bust them close range, livin' estranged called insane
'Cuz 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 ball and I'ma fill the lane Fenney
Hardaway 'cuz I'm out to get every
Any nigga disrespectin' when I'm for my scrilla
I know I'm stilla wig killa, ain't no realla

Nigga, than me, through your hood and takin' heads
hangin' out the windows dumpin'
And shakin' feds, so mind own
Cross the line and see how they gone
Head blown decapitated caught slippin' in my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Red rum is what I'm hummin' as I hit the
Homicide just looked for prints but found no
his head in the duffel bag and zipped 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 ass C-Notes
Made the hit, got the scrilla, gone a trace
B behind the and Bo Loc cuffed to the briefcase

Yo' Cell got the chopper 'case they on my trail
If a tail then I'ma leave a 50 empty shells
Pistol smokin', these niggaz we ain't no jokin'
Split up the and I'm back in the hood loccin'

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

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

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