Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

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

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

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

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

Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no
When you all up and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, tell you to beat it

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

Propellers, good fellas leave all them playa haters
Billboard should tell us, they can't touch us
Why niggaz bring the
Because release day is bigger Mandala's, motherfuckers

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

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

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

Won't be until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, one seems, like a body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from of God body

But it's the odd shottie that got cats, me
To the mob John Gotti rap dudes me 'cause
I got it locked the late Bob Marley
me y'all, the great Bob Marley

Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's
Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies
they ain't fully prepared for this new world order
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter

You 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it
Know beads is more than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and 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 told my nigga Big I'd be before I die
It's gonna whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
'Cause if my dough you're trappin', I'm clappin' your way

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

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

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

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

And Cyrus up in Cypress you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke to choke
Got lawyers lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it

Them country call me Frank White
I'm off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty in with keys 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? From a, from a G's perspective

some ghetto boys
Livin' in these streets
And everyday gotta fight to stay alive
(To fight)
It's reality
(It's reality)

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