Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, guess back?
Mommy, home
Say hello to my little
DJ Muggs, Assassins, Cypress Hill
Everybody, put your hands my eyes 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 down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We've 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 does its advantages

And it isn't that we just think that we can't be
It's not like we're just ourselves that much
It's just, that if ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that 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 hear nothing, no one's gunna see this

And they'll be in and up out of it, them boys is it, bout it
The noise [unverified] be drowned out by the crowd
And you'll be laying on the ground trampled by people dancing
the club closes and clears out

And that's when they see you
Nobody saw it happen, all 'cause jaws are flapping
And you couldn't yapping and took it past rapping
It ain't about the no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it like any minute the bomb is 'bout to go off

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

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

Step off my holster 'cause shit it's serious
All theses drugs you be with make you delirious
Thinking you with heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna hate us and us and jury 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
Allusions are broken, so live it up, you fucks

If you take a fucking to think about what you've done
you stood against a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Got a hot one, spraying you bitches there is none
I'm like a stone homie, I got you under my thumb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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