Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Sleeping

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

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

86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1
I spit one clip
Supposed to be niggaz
But ain't really done

I'm
the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck
Drow
Blow the smoke
And fuck hoes

It's cash and
grab the green weed exactly
One lives and Daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the
Mixed and hash
On a cruise for

I bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you that act
Like you can't be
Front and your cap
I guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack by the tons son

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

Yo, that Roc-A-Fella, shit
Hoes clothes to
Act up and get hit
a fuck who you with
We them niggaz through
Locking your strips
Some niggaz that walk around
With guns on hips

I live my life now like of y'all fagots
You fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all it
I keep the drawn
When I up the war's on

For the bread, and chips
Shit, I go to war for em
Tinted my now
These cops dick now
Money now

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

I'm a individual
it all criminal
Weed a minimum
I'm a MP
Rock syndicate and in the block
You call it I a shot

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

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

Yo, it's Roc-A-Fella, shit
clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you
We them coming through
Locking down strips
Some niggaz that walk around
With guns on their