Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

Intro: Neef]
Gunnaz, you that mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella you know

[Verse 1: Neef]
Said it's a day out
And I'm tryna pick to drizzive
Could do the or the new six forty fizzives
Said is they seen
I rather go mine
the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's more cleaner and the be knockin
The be watchin
So these niggaz be
It often
They stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, they peoples viewin the coffin
I pulls up, put it in park, make my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm my S Dots up
I can take a step
These niggaz is back
I get the roll em, my hand and they foldin
Bank stop , trunk of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so while you Youngins is something stolen
Black berry Nextel, Sprint phone,
Why you think the be rollin
We got 'em

[Chorus 2x: Neef]
You hear that knock nigga (uhn)
J.L.'s to pop nigga (uhn)
Either Roc or State nigga (uhn)
White on or S Dot's nigga (uhn)

[Verse 2: Chris]
Wakes up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta
Gang steady callin, tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, of boxers, alot of shit here
The Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there
Just another day in the gutter, go see my
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm fuck her
A bunch of other shit on my mind, deep in my
Its more than just weed on my mind, read through the
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we em
Ya on my niggaz is tryna make it a two-some
Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is married to bitches
I know how we do em, that's why I'm married to my
day out, comin through, clearin the way out
Two new hollerin soon as they skate out
Fit the collar big just lettin eight out
to lay a nigga straight out
Try it

[Verse 3: Chris]
Love how I do it I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it
P.T. 1-4-5 give me necklace
As I expected, you go think a second
Get In Where You Fit In, CEO of that
Pumpin me, they me playas know they respect it
love it, the streets ready as they except it
And show you mothafuckas how to it uh bet it uh

[Young
better run, just got me another one
That high point'll trash you, you better get you gun
Fresh out the box it
Pop fly ya get mopped with it
I pop outta something dark tinted
Round the way all day just how I'm rollin
Need no victims, no
Just a bunch of cold ones
Talking like I owe em
that 6-4 blow em

You hear that knock nigga