Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Intro:
Uhh it out uhh
*singing* I steps in where the and the hoes at bay bee!
Fuck all pretty shit
Takin it back to the gutter for you
know the deal
Niggaz who the Don is
from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one
Peep uhh what what
Verse One: Puff
Out of this world like when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these up in luxury cars
We built them radars to free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the
Are we gonna stop? man never my squad go broke
squad arti-choke
Watch your circle like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't
I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre
Through hard work I the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to
Got nice watches cars nice bitches and rings
Guess safe to say a nigga like me got nice things
Can't to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you it
Be on real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for
That's what I did, now they all for hits
Nigga on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but seperately now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they can't us
Why niggaz the ruckus?
Because day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just ghetto boys
Living in these ghetto streets -- these streets
And everyday they fight to stay alive
It's just
Two: Jay-Z
Yeah, make you a deal,
These the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to you life but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and blown
Some say I been here before because of the way I
Some said, Jigga zone is the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz my bones
Mentally many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a lost
In fact my thoughts don't much from that of God body
But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, me
to the mob John Gotti, rap bitin me cause
I got it locked the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the that's gone
that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World
So I keep it ghetto sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You walk em through it, you know, talk em it
these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle out of B-W-I (in school)
I hated but I loved to multiply
And I my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
It's happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if that's my you're trappin, I'm clappin your way

Verse Three: B.I.G.
it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is haunted, with mean
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get
than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If they get me, my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga represent
Drivin dirty in gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, like
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the with the virus
While I just, coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggaz call me Frank
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my shorty flyin in keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china
She half black half eighty-six she got me rental
The ain't accidental..
From a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
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