Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

M.O.P. in the kid
Blau, you know what I'm sayin', this out

Fame's a trigga nigga
Billy Danze a trigga
Ain't keepin it real, still nigga

Li'l Fame, a young ass wit talent
Thug that move silent but remain violent
The Brownsville slugger take the M-1 it's
General of hit game, clak clak, salute

Billy Danze, index exerciser
ringer, gun slinger, survivor
Raise your and I'll blaze the living proof
The godfather to truth, clak, salute

Since we came here we got to show and
The M.O.P. is rugged smooth
We tearin' this shit just like construction
like kilos with this Primo production

No doubt, hit 'em wit that hill top
Hardcore niggas on your doorstep
And this year here, can't compare
Spectators, haters, 'cuz fuckin' with Premier

Fillin' 'em up wit raps in they can't get wit
A code red, the shit got you niggas addicted
Mr. Danzenie and the Fame stayin' true to game
Since you was that hip hop gangsta

M.O.P. guaranteed to keep this dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto niggas slingin'
On all coastses, to south, east to west
Got high clientele for shit you expect

M.O.P. from the hill kid you tryin' to tell me
Still grippin' mo' steel, a machine gun
I mention and flinching and for you to duck the gate
And sellin' shit that I tolerate

My whole team's in the house
The gat is one five four five not four in your fucking mouth
Same ones, burner on
Fuck a memory, remember me for bustin' my thang