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
it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggaz the deal
know who the Don is
Live from Stuyvesant the livest one
Peep uhh what what
Verse One: Puff
Out of world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the
Crucial to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my go broke
squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There That' like Dre
Through hard work I earn the
Promise God to look back or I turn to salt
Got nice nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga me got nice things
relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, help you out when you need it
Be on some bullshit, politely tell you to beat it
that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's I did, now they all askin for hits
Nigga it's on for the fact I let it be known
We still fly but seperately now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should us, they can't touch us
Why niggaz bring the
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's,

Just ghetto boys
Living in these streets -- these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
just reality
Verse Two:
Yeah, make you a deal,
here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but want dead
So I travel the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I been rich I poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before because of the way I
Some said, Jigga zone is like the of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks like cause he's observing
Won't be known until I'm and niggaz study my bones
been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a body
In my thoughts don't differ 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 like the late Bob
me y'all, the great Bob Marley
Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's
that got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they fully prepared for this New World Order
So I it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters
You em through it, you know, talk em through it
Know these is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and knew this, when I doubled the pie
Had a and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school)
I algebra but I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be before I die
It's happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way
Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm your way

Verse Three: B.I.G.
Damn it 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, schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If they get me, my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, mad lucci
Bulletproof under they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in gettin bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin in Belize when they find me
While you still killin niggaz with punany, heiny
and up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now it
Them country call me Frank White
I'm squirtin off in my loft of I know my shit's tight
Sunrise my eyes no surprise
Got my flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation accidental..
What? a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
2X to fade