Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

Picture, I'm always plannin' kaperz, tryin' to up on cheese
But my kaperz goin' sour for the B.G., peep me

I was born a loser, a stank abuser
I'm accused 'cause I'm a AK user
Struggle for my stat to be phattest on
Pack Glocks wit 17, keep a nigga off my block, hot

'Cause it's bumpin', got but dope traffic
Six figgas I'm after, can't be playin' and laughin'
Young wit good sense, bent behind the
In front of this house that I'm 'bout to go in

I got it mapped up, it's all out
I you denied, them lights goin' all out
I done scoped for 3 weeks, broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside they got a bird of and 10 G

The niggas in the project in black like always
Invisible wit the mack, dark in the hallways
so slow 'cause it's on the second flo'
I up there, they got a crack in the front do'

I push it wit ease, freeze, get on yo knees
No keys, no G's, I find bodies
Two wit head shots, one nigga still
He bleedin' heavily, I'm a made G

Get back to the car, to get far as I can
Nigga planned what I planned, my gun shakin' in my
It's one way goin' gettin' and the power
Gotta again 'cause my plan went sour

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
I don't wanna flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
I don't wanna flour, I want a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

I lay and think again, tryin' to come up on cheese
Do what I gotta do, it's all on me
Just it's all on you to chose right from wrong
Might be a power move to go in this nigga

I'ma my biz, plan it out and shit
Ain't killin' no kids but I'ma his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, I'ma the ho
Get off the motherfuckin flo' and me to the coke

Now where the stash at, the cash at
Where the grass at, look at
Chopper in my hand, I'ma that, pass that
shit wit Ben Franklin on it

I'll spill you nigga, ain't no need for on it
I gots to it, up it busta, real fast
Fo' I get to the point, fuck it buster and blast
You with fire get burned, fuck wit B.G. get burnt

I'ma hustla death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm 'bout money and the
again 'cause my plan went sour
That's cold, man that's cold, my plan sour

That's cold, I'm tryin' to money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
I don't sale flour, I want a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm to hold money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour hour
I don't wanna sale flour, I a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 keys of

I planned and I done planned that
But every time it go sour, I can't stand
I want money and the power in my hand
I'ma end up the game, what the fuck is that?

I done kidnapped, I jacked, I done slung the mack
And time the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no paper and I'm sober I havin' that
Any high-roller got what I want then I'm grabbin'

All I got is my rap folder tryin' to a mill
But they got niggas even tryin' to make a mill
I just be real and hope B.G., hit the pot
Put on the spot, every tape we drop, hit the hot

We got a and we clique tight on the rise
I come out Juvey ride, Hot come out, we all ride
I'm 'bout mine and ya know to progress, gotta
Do what I do, gotta rap hustle

Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes ya mail
You know I gotta duck but I'm tryin' to bring up sales
'Cause I got a plan, I got a to go platinum
Holdin' my dick, G's and a strap in my

cold, I'm tryin' to hold money and the power
Everything I do sour, hour after hour
I don't wanna flour, I want a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to money and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour hour
I don't sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

That's cold, I'm tryin' to hold and the power
Everything I do goes sour, hour after
I wanna sale flour, I want a office in a tower
Sittin' on G's wit 30 of powder

Nigga, respect that, all these niggas puttin' on black mask
Dressin' up to get dey cash, ya heard me, don't go in that
If it ain't planned right 'cause it aint come out right
You ain't come out wit no mail, make sure you got it down pat

I done been through it and I ain't bring back
But I'm bringin' this to the fuckin' distribution people
And they sendin' some shit back, ya me, it's all gravy
Cash Money Records, Black on the rise, all the time