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 Bedford Stuyvesant the one
Peep game uhh what
One: Puff Daddy
Out of world like Mars when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these up in luxury cars
We built them to stay free from the cops
Crucial to make, like A-C or the drop
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
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done like Dre
Through hard work I the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to
Got nice nice cars nice bitches and rings
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got things
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
When you all up, and can't get no break
When fake ass friends, don't 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 what I did, now they all askin for
it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, can't touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
Because release day is bigger than Mandela's,

Just some ghetto
Living in these ghetto streets -- ghetto streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
It's just
Two: Jay-Z
Yeah, you a deal, check
These the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the
Cause when on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head
I been I been poor I saved and blown bread
Some say I been here before of the way I zone
said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome
Reoccuring, that he thinks that cause he's observing
Won't be until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally been places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, onee seems, like a lost
In fact my thoughts don't differ from that of God body
But the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me
to the mob Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause
I got it like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob
we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
Niggaz that got killed in the and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for New World Order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter
You walk em through it, you know, talk em it
Know these beads is more than whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all this, when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of (in school)
I algebra 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 dough you're trappin, I'm clappin 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 dreams
GS's with on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me
If they get me, my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains
caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad
Bulletproof vestes they coochie
Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my niggaz represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin
And to my hit hoes, my mommies
I be smokin trees in Belize they find me
While you still killin niggaz punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke to choke
Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I go broke, now check it
country niggaz call me Frank White
I'm off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my no surprise
Got my flyin in with keys taped to her thighs
all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental she got me rental
The ain't accidental..
What? a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X)
2X to fade