Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Intro:
Uhh it out uhh
*singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the at bay bee!
Fuck all that shit
Takin it back to the for you motherfuckers
Niggaz know the
Niggaz who the Don is
Live from Stuyvesant the livest one
Peep game uhh what
Verse Puff Daddy
Out of this world like when I spit these bars
Come fuck with stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free the cops
Crucial choices to make, A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my go broke
squad arti-choke
Watch circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, your ones don't show
Nigga I know, 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 nice cars bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a like me got nice things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, tell you to beat it
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for
That's what I did, now they all askin for
Nigga on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but seperately cause now I, my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them haters jealous
charts should tell us, they can't touch us
Why niggaz the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger Mandela's, motherfuckers

Just ghetto boys
Living in ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
just reality
Verse Two:
Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't
I try to bring you life but want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, the lead
when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved and blown
Some say I been before because of the way I zone
said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he like that cause he's observing
be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm own
In the physical, onee seems, a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from of God body
But the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me
I got it locked like the Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the Bob Marley
we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
Niggaz that got in the field and all the babies born
they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower 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 y'all knew this, when I the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of (in school)
I hated algebra but I 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.
Damn it feel good to see up on it
two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, mean dreams
with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, dress my in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad
Bulletproof under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga represent
Drivin in J-30's gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin trees in Belize when they me
While you still killin with punany, like heiny
and up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now it
Them country niggaz call me Frank
I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I my shit's tight
open my eyes no surprise
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..
What? From a, a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
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