Luyện nghe bài hát Plan Went Sour

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

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

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

I got it up, it's planned all out
I demand you denied, them lights all out
I done for 3 weeks, been broke for 3 weeks
Hope inside got a bird of coke and 10 G

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

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

Get to the car, tryin' to get far as I can
Nigga what I planned, my gun shakin' in my hand
It's one way goin' gettin' money and the
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 sale flour, I want a office in a tower
on G's wit 30 keys of powder

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

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

I'ma handle my biz, it out and shit
killin' no kids but I'ma split his wig
If I have to spank his bitch, spank the ho
Get off the motherfuckin and take me to the coke

Now where the stash at, where the at
Where the grass at, at this
Chopper in my hand, I'ma blast that, that
Green wit Ben Franklin on it

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

hustla 'til death, be trill to my last brat
I let my nuts hang, I'm money and the power
Thinkin' 'cause my plan went sour
cold, man that's cold, my plan went sour

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

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

I done kidnapped, I done jacked, I slung the mack
And every the kaper over, I bring nothin' back
I have no and I'm sober I ain't havin' that
Any high-roller got what I then I'm grabbin' that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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