Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas ain't ta riz-ayd, right
we get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll,
[continues,
1: WC]
I'ma it down, now
fuckin' wit deez out-a-town
got me watchin' up on my and strappin'
pistol
who ever thought dem fools catch on
and we was sellin' rock up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to make a transaction to
calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you know da deal, you know da outcome
dub C and C Mac take tha 'n run
[CJ
We gettin' close, hot as
burnin' up in his
two pace, mirror checkin' doin'
I the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better 9 lives
nigga
Voice]
you at?
[CJ
Close
you have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I never no
nigga when I'm through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his

Fuck that, I dun dis befo'
after we twist deez niggas, we gon some mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a in hand
whatcha paper, you wit some jackets, player
shit
CJ Mac]
Don't wit a niggas cash
blast, when it come to cash
mash, on dat ass
Don't fuck wit a cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a cash, niggas blast
[WC second half
(T'is da season to be janky lalalala)
2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even
suitcase, jit
we ain't stop to da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla heata

fake twista, took her ass back to da
sent some mo crystals to da liz-ad
to make some mo loot [wooh!]
'cause baby need new shoes and daddy need a
[CJ
my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da
gave his ass ten-thousand, thanked him n'
told him the fuck up', niggas try sweating
and have to take his ass out there, he to wetting

Uh huh, two months passed, I his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, with his dick in his
What the fuck? I know these niggas ain't in L.A.
I and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ
stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I just found this nigga Fred up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey it's goin' down
Hey meet me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, bring these in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit
shit my uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they where Fred stay
they ain't never been out there, up, what the fuck?!

CJ, trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
left her in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
the house, took the work and the money
[CJ
I could see that shit, but why the you so bloody?

They took the hundred we stole plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I that nigga Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ
Bo, hard nigga, who the game
you didn't that motherfuckas name!
first you found Fred dead, then you my bitch wit her wig split
nigga I ain't stupid, you did shit

Motherfucka me in my shoulda
for my strap, and started dumpin' back
{gunshots

Nigga, lifes a and then you die
you get one chance to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda known from the start, no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be damned if I let this nigga wit' da dough
my hoe, boy, kill my hoe?
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his
see me blood,
eat slugs!
{gunshots

On my knees, I'ma see da back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked
no rules to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I sorry, nigga
just like dog has his day,
every loc get his
be back at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did shit like that to me, nigga
it ain't (hu, hu)
it nothin'
goin' down
I'ma get motherfucker
on!