Luyện nghe bài hát Servin' Tha Friends

Hey hey holla nigga
What's
I got the biggest boulders right here
motherfucking rocks fat,
Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't see
None of y'all little up on the motherfucking block
Y'all got ta clear this off
Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up here off my block

Verse 1: Bizzy

Who servin' tha
Hundred thousands of
For the love of
Cash all me
Demons can me
I'm in the county I can die
Flipped up my style-y as we came at the time
Baby tempted, in the
shit got you demented
Crash the and ending your sentence
Born for defendants
Critical in the ghetto bar thinking
Millenium like pestilence war and famine
Animals move reputed
daily grades let it be the reason
My Cleveland revolve like dead bodies
In Eden leading
And I wanna rock the pump
But I doubt it if I have ta pop the
I'ma get 'em when they they miss me what
Nigga that thuggish ruggish fuck up
Rolling wid my bucks in the snatch shit
All of my all of we lie
Nigga you and stuck on murda
up bud and fucking up blunts
It was the 7th sign
Wid the and beams the philly and green
Wid a clik tight team and a like me
Ya go wrong wid we
bloodshot red when I floss instead
I rather run up and you wid a passion
And chalking it off his head
Nigga instead let them bleed
Nigga, immortal from the walking dead

It's just another day I get paid
Who got the boulder
Who servin' tha
(Repeat)

Verse 2: Layzie

Now could this be
The bad boy the
I be thugging for
Wanna test me on
Now my niggas at
Pull a nigga wig
Nigga dig that dig
All original peep the zone here we go
>From a place where a nigga bury ya
act up and I betta take care ah ya
Scared ah ya, I be for the war
Nigga I'm America's
coast ta coast
If you for whateva you can ride wit me
But if you lie ta me and die for me
Look in my eyes and see you can't from me
Sleepwalk talk nigga
be running from niggas in the ghetto
Now get on my rebuking the Devil
like ah heavenly rebel
Even though my loose I can tigheten 'em up
And put a twist to the game like a wrench
For the funny
All about the murda for the love ah shit
Gettin' paid, got it made in the shade
If you got and I want it take it
Nigga made it and I ya we'd make it
Kept it real and it'd be fake shit
Half baked and gone off this indoe
Wanna hit it call just as you
Hit it two and pass
And nigga hold ya
Lay wid a half deck
Playin' wid ah deck

Verse 3: N Bone

I'm fucked up but I bail on the
Dwell, wid the hustla ta get mayo
Plannig ta the yayo for my mayo
Nobody be wid Bone top platinum
So ah now that you got that fool
Tell me what in the you gon' do wid it
Stay drop and hit up head
ch'all can go and get
Peepin' they come wake it off
So they come wid ah weekly drumstick
Servin' them paper murda them ova haters
you be done,
Did it wid do whateva they gotta do
My nigga do what ya gotta do
if you gotta spark a few
Just rob a few move
It's just another day I gotta get
Niggas ain't rapping the way
Made niggas it now thug wid these niggas
That eating than the nigga
Betta lay in low so the po-po rolling
Stroll on my depths as a
activity bring 'em up all up
Nigga show this shit be real
But up realer than a nigga talk gats loco
Straight ah motherfucka do it fast
Bucking 'em down here red on his back