Luyện nghe bài hát Salute

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

Li'l Fame's a trigga
Billy a trigga nigga
Ain't it real, Brownsville still nigga

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

Billy Danze, index finger
Bell ringer, gun slinger,
Raise right and I'll blaze the living proof
The godfather to truth, clak clak,

Since we came we got to show and prove
The M.O.P. is never smooth
We tearin' this shit just like construction
Flip like kilos with this production

No doubt, hit 'em wit that top flavor
niggas on your doorstep neighbor
And this year here, niggas can't
Spectators, haters, 'cuz we're with Premier

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

M.O.P. guaranteed to keep bringin' dopeness
For the real thugs and ghetto niggas toasters
On all coastses, north to south, to west
Got clientele for shit you least expect

M.O.P. from the hill kid what you tryin' to me
Still mo' steel, a machine gun deli
I mention and flinching and waitin' for you to the gate
And shit that I won't tolerate

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