Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Uhh, it out, uhh
(I steps in where the and the hoes at baby)
Fuck all pretty shit
Takin' it back to the for you motherfuckers
(Niggaz the deal)
know who the Don is
(Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the one)
Peep game, uhh, what,

Out of this world like Mars, when I spit bars
Come fuck with these stars up in cars
We built radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make A-C or the drop

Are we gonna stop? man, never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke, watch your vanish like cigar smoke
no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say "Been there that" like Dre

Through hard I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I to salt
Had nice watches, cars, nice bitches and rings
Guess safe to say a nigga like me got nice things

Can't relate to motherfuckers, who go no cake
When you all fucked up and can't get no
When fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some bullshit, politely tell you to beat it

Fuck that, get own nigga, don't ask me for shit
what I did, now they all askin' for hits
Nigga, it's on for the fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately 'cause now I my own

Propellers, good fellas leave all them playa jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, can't touch us
Why bring the ruckus?
Because day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers

some ghetto boys
Livin' in these ghetto streets, ghetto streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
just reality, yeah

Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog and motherfuckers don't shed
I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want
So I with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
'Cause when it's on then it's on, the flowin' through your head

I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown
Some say I here before because of the way I zone
Some said, Jigga zone is the fallin' of Rome
Reoccurring, he thinks like that 'cause he's observing

Won't be known until I'm gone and study my bones
Mentally been many places, but I'm own
In the physical, one seems, a lost body
In fact my don't differ much from that of God body

But the odd shottie that got cats, likening me
To the mob John Gotti rap dudes bitin' me
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 ain't fully prepared for this new world order
So I keep it ghetto sunflower seeds and quarter waters

You walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em it
Know these beads is more than music whenever I to it
Destined for and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie
Had a shorty and a girl who'd out of BWI

I hated algebra but I loved to
And I my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die
It's gonna whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
'Cause if that's my dough trappin', I'm clappin' your way

Just some ghetto
Livin' in these ghetto
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
(Stay alive)
It's just reality,
(Oh, reality)

Damn it feel to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't it
My brain is with mean dreams
with BB's on it, supreme schemes to get richer
Than Richie, quickly, wanna hit me
If get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it

My lyrical carjack, make your splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the shit
In my circumference, mad bitches mad lucci
vests under they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi, lose me

My trigga niggaz represent, drivin' in J-30's gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be trees in Belize when they find me
While you still niggaz with punany, like heiny

And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the
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 course I know my tight
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my shorty flyin' in with taped to her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my thing
She half black half 86 she got me rental
The ain't accidental
What? a, from a young G's perspective

Just some ghetto
in these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to alive
(To fight)
It's reality
(It's reality)

Just some boys
in these ghetto streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
(To alive)
It's just