Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em,
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas ain't ta riz-ayd, right
we get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll,
[continues,
1: WC]
I'ma it down, now
fuckin' wit out-a-town niggas
got me watchin' up on my back and
pistol
who ever thought dem fools would on
and we was sellin' while up in the back of the broll
see da was to make a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand
you know da deal, nigga you know da
dub C and C Mac tha money 'n run
[CJ
We gettin' close, hot as
burnin' up in his
two pace, mirror checkin' doin'
I seen the state 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better have 9
speak
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
Close
you just have tha right so we can go's, nigga
I tell no
nigga I'm comin' through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his

Fuck that, I dun dis befo'
we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a in hand
paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
shit
CJ Mac]
Don't fuck wit a niggas
niggas blast, when it come to
mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a niggas
mash, on dat ass
fo' a niggas cash, niggas
[WC second half
(T'is da to be janky falalalala 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 straight heata

fake twista, took her ass back to da
sent mo crystals back to da liz-ad
to make some mo loot [wooh!]
'cause baby need new and daddy need a coupe
[CJ
my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da
gave his ass ten-thousand, him n' shit
told him the fuck up', niggas try sweating
and to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting

Uh huh, two months passed, I found his ass out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' my nigga CJ
{[music stops, dial inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga goin' down
Hey nigga meet me at cho spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, let's bring in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck found where Fred stay
they ain't never been out there, hold up, the fuck?!

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

They took the thousand we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I know nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ
Bo, hard nigga, who the game
you know that motherfuckas name!
you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split
nigga I stupid, you did that shit

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

Nigga, lifes a and then you die
you get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda from the start, ain't no love in my heart
fuck 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be damned if I let this nigga wit' da dough
my hoe, boy, kill 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 bust back, that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da carriage
no rules to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I feel sorry,
just like dog has his day,
every loc get his
I'll be at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang)
I believe yo ass did some shit like that to me, nigga
it nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't
It's goin'
I'ma get that
on!