Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Sleeping

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Who sleeping on Bleek, his ass up
I'm a show em all the
And the ass I up

How I'm N.Y.
Who to N.Y.P.
(New Police)
You bitches dropping D's
(Dimes)

Since 86 Lees
9-1 tips
When I one clip
Supposed to be niggaz
But ain't really done

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's duck doors
flow
Blow the smoke
And holler fuck

cash and money
Nines grab the weed exactly
One shot and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the
herbs and hash
On a for cash

I might some cats
Spit 2 at you that act
Like you can't be
and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the son

Yo, that Roc-A-Fella, shit
clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them niggaz through
Locking your strips
Some real niggaz that walk
With on their hips

Yo, it's Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes to whips
Act up and get hit
a fuck who you with
We niggaz coming through
down your strips
Some real niggaz that around
With guns on their

I live my life now like none of y'all
You keep like that
I'm gone let one of have it
I keep the fours
I wake up the war's on

For the bread, and chips
Shit, I go to war for em
my whip now
These ride dick now
spend now

I move work my pen pal
hate Bleek
'Cause I live through this
You keep hating
'Cause I could deal this shit

I'm a street
it all criminal
Weed a minimum
I'm a MP
syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a

I'm street
Went up on my in size
Who getting money here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey the block
With 3 niggaz, 1 gun and a buck 50 to

Yo, that Roc-A-Fella, shit
clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We them coming through
Locking your strips
Some real that walk around
With on their hips

Yo, it's Roc-A-Fella, shit
clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a who you with
We niggaz coming through
down your strips
Some real niggaz walk around
With guns on hips