Luyện nghe bài hát Bk to La

Yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, yeah,
M.O.P., uhh, X to the Z
baby, that's right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my Fiyaah

I spread the hate, Taliban records and tapes
Shoot times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y'all, runnin' in place, cut to the of the subject
out niggaz, straight from the gutter you love it

Ain't nothin it, we stomp y'all religiously
Watchin' paper thugs tryin' to behind the industry
here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the

All inside your hat and kneecaps
With baseball bats, 'til fame hit you with me mini-mac
Full body black fatigues, lungs from weed
In limo tinted SUV's with Bill

Still, world,
The underdogs of rap, back to this, the fact remain we're
Heartless and painless, it's dangerous to
That try to change us, knowin' we're to flame 'em

You problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

You want problems bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,

You must wanna throw the in holmes, it's your man B.D.
N.Y.C., the N.Y.G.
M.O.P., and X to the Z
Is a friend of our family, my nigga

For you, counterfeit, hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged
Cold intelligence, O.G.'s and Rebel Men
Grip quick, cock and Level Men to settle it

L.A. to B.K., from B.K. to L.A.
Persistant and insistant on it our way
Do you really wanna with Danze?
When he comin' with thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my

Make the flame, face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
niggaz akin to God and gangsters
the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what's

You want I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you mean it do you?
where you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You want problems I'ma 'em to you
We cockin' thangs
Yeah, I got a song let me it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
Watch you aim
Get lost in the game, get in the flames, nigga

Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the
Watch how you rise, and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not to say it
Look alive, these is complicated

Hunt down, hurt, hang and the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and me later
in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, streets is complicated

You got with us? Start poppin'
I get in yo' chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn't it
Let's on 'em, must move on 'em
Rush in, gun-bustin', black seven tools on 'em

Never on 'em, I'm short, haven't got room for 'em
I send you to God no shoes
Clueless, real G's run this, we rule
If you get into some gangsta shit, let's do this

No question, no
Streets is my profession, in my posession
is the answer; look around you see the signs
Say, "No Smokin'", but our guns got

Yeah, I'm not, what you thought I was
Like my career was gon' like a fuckin' buzz
Raise the stakes high, I
The grip I keep on shit, get off my dick

You want I'ma bring 'em to you
We cockin' them
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We to bang
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't it do you?
Watch you aim
Get in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

You problems I'ma bring 'em to you
We them thangs
Yeah, I got a let me sing it to you
We ready to
Yeah, you talk impressive, you don't mean it do
where you aim
Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames,