Luyện nghe bài hát Round My Way

[B.G.]
UPT baby, how we do around my way
struggle, they struggle and they hustle
But you cant knock the hustle, feel

Nigga, I be comin wit dat drama that you even duck
Buck, buck, off the top, nigga you cant even
Gangsta, heart stopper, car stopper
I tote chopper, I'm quick to stop ya
You heard that I'll ya
I'm runnin wit killas, we'll break it on down
Yo click think they an organization, take it on down
in '97, it's the place to be
They packin nigga and 223
Erase all day, AKs get sprayed
how it be goin down around my way
V.L., UPT, The ward?
I represent no what, respect or check me
Let me live round 1, and it's all on you
I retaliate, you the statue of liberty fall on you
snort so much 'til they nose get sore
It's to graduate, bags aint doin the job no mo'
Now a needle and some dope, tap dat vein
Smoke sometime, it's all about that bank
My heart don't pump lemonade, it pump juice
Make me pump the trigga finga up I'm after you
Now I a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
up like you got it on yo mind
Flexin up for that pussy, you must mind dyin
I ya folks cryin, you wont take out the policy
It's 50 G, it's so it increase to hundred G
And it come, proper
I'm louder,
my way

Nigga, you must be in the UPT
You would wanna be that steel in the UPT
I you heard that them youngstas creep in the UPT
Niggas be them white sheets in the UPT

[B.G.]
My block is hot wit killas, ATF be
Niggas slangin and snortin, if we spittin we
I put G's on the map, leave brains in
I hit da stage drama, startin niggas to scrap
See my straight thugged out
You in my hood slippin, you get drugged out
Ya body layin there, but ya is shoved out
On V.L., it's hell when the coke drought, you out
When you my name, nigga, you hear my street, nigga
When you hear my street, nigga, you think six feet
You think six feet 'cause you know I kill
You spot me up the block, I'm in black wit a sparkle grill
You see, we tote macks, Glocks, and
Playin wit them hoes, nigga we got ya
Rest in Peace, Hoo, 13 'til death
Thug 'til he die, now my nigga at
Runnin ounces by the half, birds by the
Whatever you want we have, we got it on the half
My people Big Stan, Uptown open
Funky and Trimmings, 10 dollars a whop
If you real you make it, fake yo ass get
Fo' you can look, you hit bitch, yo life get
If you think, stay put, or feel the fire the K
If you aint from Uptown, from round my way

Nigga, you must be in the UPT
You would be packin that steel in the UPT
I know you heard that them creep in the UPT
Niggas be leavin them sheets in the UPT

[B.G.]
my way nigga hustle, from crooked cops we fled
Niggas struggle to support habit, gotta keep that monkey fed
Catchin cases every week, and felonies
Playin hatin is a disease, gotta of jealousy
If you ball you hated on
If you do bad dats what niggas done waited on
Caveman, my nigga bitch
Mook brother Pete we on Valence 'cause we all in the
Man Pookie took a fall, ho tryin to rott ya
Nigga I got ya, just stay tight wit all the partnas
I'ma watch ya, Hoo nigga did 'em foul
I had to watch 'em get out from under a fuckin house
He didn't it
Joe is an old G
I his advice, he one of the old G's on Valence street
Funk and Clarence upstate, but hey gon' touch
Soon as ya thinkin, think hustlin uptown
Ya think we aint, Lil just hit the street
From that 13th, took a lil cake, now the nigga see I see
He wit me
My nigga Pete got 2 years, he gon' survive
But Lil lookin at 5, that aint shy
Nigga gon' noise like a drummer
Everybody gettin outta jail, gon' be a hot summer
Better dare yo and be ready to spray
If not...
You get bucked down nigga, around my way

[B.G.]
Aww, man
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