Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of water and chip's, shit
(other man)
'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd,
we get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll,
[continues,
1: WC]
I'ma it down, now
fuckin' wit deez niggas
got me watchin' up on my back and
pistol
who ever thought dem fools catch on
and we was sellin' rock while up in the back of the
see da plan was to a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred cash
you know da deal, nigga you da outcome
dub C and C Mac take tha 'n run
[CJ
We gettin' close, hot as
burnin' up in his
two pace, checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the patrol 5 times, swear to god
he this stop, better have 9 lives
nigga
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
nigga
you just have tha right so we can go's, nigga
I never no
nigga when I'm comin' his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his

Fuck that, I dun dis shit
after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist mo'
(CJ Mac)
nigga havin' a pistal in hand
whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets,
happens
[Chorus: CJ
Don't fuck wit a niggas
niggas blast, it come to cash
mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a niggas cash, blast
[WC second half
(T'is da season to be janky lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even
suitcase, jit
we ain't to count da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla heata

fake twista, her ass back to da piz-ad
sent some mo back to da liz-ad
to some mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [wooh!]
'cause baby need new shoes and daddy need a
[CJ
Call my nigga, Fred, yo
he set up da
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n'
told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try
and have to take his ass out there, he to wetting

Uh huh, two months passed, I his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, his dick in his mouth
the fuck? I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ
(What's crackin'?) Look on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I found this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga goin' down
Hey meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, bring these in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, slow
shit my uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they where Fred stay
they ain't been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

CJ, trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
left her bleedin' in the porch screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, the work and the money
[CJ
I see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?

They took the hundred we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I know that nigga Bo he checked a in mo
[CJ
Bo, hard nigga, who parted the
you know that motherfuckas name!
first you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig
nigga I ain't stupid, you did shit

Motherfucka me in my shoulda
reached for my strap, and started dumpin'
continue}

Nigga, lifes a and then you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, no nigga
shoulda known from the start, no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, this is where we
[CJ
I'll be damned if I let this nigga walk da dough
kill my hoe, boy, my hoe?
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his
see me blood,
eat slugs!
{gunshots

On my knees, I'ma see da back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta wit da wicked carriage
ain't no to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I sorry, nigga
just every dog has his day,
loc get his nights
I'll be back at ya, my (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some shit like that to me,
it ain't (hu, hu)
it ain't
goin' down
I'ma get motherfucker
on!