Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess back?
Mommy, home
Say hello to my little
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Cypress
Everybody, put your hands where my can see

Everywhere we go people know that we roll deep as
fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, there won't be no hoe in us
They pop like they gon do shit but no one does

From New York down to Texas, up to Los Angeles
changed the way we move so man up if you can't adjust
You may end up getting rushed by too many to us
It's funny, I guess money have its advantages

And it isn't we just think that we can't be touched
It's not like we're just feeling that much
It's just, that if ever does put us in the clutch
We just that y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it

'Cause first of all you're pussy and everybody can see
You around, get caught in a spot that you shouldn't be at
you got no business being in, we ain't even gon be in it
No one's gunna nothing, no one's gunna see this shit

And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is bout it, it
The noise from be drowned out by the crowd
And be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
Till the club and clears out

And that's they see you flatened
saw it happen, all 'cause your jaws are flapping
And you couldn't stop and took it past rapping
It ain't about the music no more, 'bout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the is 'bout to go off

Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playing no
We ain't budging are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit just ain't the same, the Aks gettin' sprayed
hip hop is in a state of 911

It ain't about hip hop, 'cause those days are
It ain't about trying rip shots, to get no more
It's about trying not to get popped and get to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

Step off my holster shit it's getting serious
All theses drugs you be fucking make you delirious
Thinking you with heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and us?

people can never fade us, that make us so furious
Mistake us for fakers, homie we and glorious
We living for and others just making the stories up
are broken, so live it up, you corny fucks

If you take a fucking to think about what you've done
When you stood against a who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches till there is
I'm like a rolling stone homie, I got you under my

Silly little can end up right up in ditches
We cut you and give you stitches, for envy and all my
Your game's just like a midget, you're a small digit
with the Giant Goliath, people that's how we live it, c'mon

About to change, 'cause we playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't no names
Shit just the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It about hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It ain't trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

Uh, gangsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit you call hip hop, function is where did it
When I put it in motion, my focus is branded
My appetite for destruction is blasted because I it

Got you stumbling for cover, this music dying in
But you wouldn't pause and wonder, it's all glamor
When you enter the business you thinking you shit
You that funny shit, your bitches they ain't shit

We gangstas we first, ask questions later
All these parading like they some playas
Trying to save hip hop the task is greater
'Cause we old fashioned with loyalty motivaters

Get caught, I'm not telling, or like killing not caring
I'm riding a gangsta feeling, no fearing when gangstas
I'm in a full circle with homies that's to bleed
On an 8 mission with Cypress and O.G.'s

to change, 'cause we ain't playing no games
We budging neither are they, we ain't saying no names
just ain't the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

It ain't hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It about trying rip shots, to get props no more
It's about trying not to get popped and get dropped to the
hip hop is in a state of 911