Luyện nghe bài hát Watch Who U Beef Wit

Chorus:

Yo, you better who you beef wit
You might be walkin the street, then
suddenly you tires screechin
Niggaz'll be out with heat and
throw you in the car seat and leave lady standin there screamin
The whole weekend, you get blindfolded and
bleedin, gaspin for air, wheezin
You got kidnapped and you don't know the reason
We even called fam for ransom, they said, "Keep him"
Watch who you wit

.. yeah, it ain't no
that street shit'll get you in some deep shit
See, know who you be wit
Where you be at, when you be gone, when you be
All of my niggaz got doctor degrees in
We all know how to hold the heat
And how to conduct an robbery for personal property
and can go without food or water for 24 at least
We fugitives, who ain't doin a bid, and shoot to
even if it leavin you for dead
Cause niggaz you get scared, look for loopholes
Pick the phone up and 9-uno-uno
What happened to them crew of niggaz you talk about?
Them crew of niggaz that you walk without?
I know what y'all heard about the double-action
portable and y'all don't wanna get blasted

Aiyyo we run up in radio stations on unannounced shit
Catch the DJ off guard and him
Duct his mouth then, put a pound to his gut
and force him to play five off the up-and-comin album
the way I planned it, niggaz'll start to panic
Brains get hijacked like planes and
Bitch niggaz pray to the Lord; the box
that was supposed to record the pilot's got destroyed
So who you beef wit
And who you suck your teeth at
It'll be somethin you regret
You get wet horizontal rain droplets
Miniature rockets, comin out barrels of metal
Niggaz get in the face
on the shakin like tectonic plates that cause earthquakes
Now you got grill in the ground, how that dirt taste?
You shouldn't have this shit in the first place

Cause niggaz is comin to get you, to rip you
intercontinental ballistic missiles and pistols
Put a red dot on head like you Hindu
then put a hole in you big enough to put my open through
We could verbally you or we could get physical
niggaz wanna do, we could do it too
Cause you a sinner, I'm a sinner, we all
We rob niggaz for they presents at barmitzvahs
We rob niggaz for they body organs, and sold em to the bidders
Things like and livers
One and a half million in cash it's delivered
Then go to Yom and beg for God to forgive us
So you the type that, find real frightenin
Or hold your crucifix when shells is firin
Sittin by your bed perspirin, tryin to underneath it
You need to who you beef wit

Keep that low-down stinkin motherfucker
You need to who you beef wit
You need to who you beef wit
Yeah nigga, watch who you wit
who you beef wit