Luyện nghe bài hát 9-1-1

Wahoo, who's back?
Mommy, home
Say to my little friends
DJ Muggs, Soul Assassins, Hill
Everybody, put your where my eyes can see

Everywhere we go people know that we roll as fuck
fifty Samoans, they knowing when D-Bo was 50
Tweezy, Obie there be no hoe in us
They pop shit like gon do shit but no one does

New York 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 rushed by too many to handle us
It's funny, I guess money does have its

And it isn't we just think that we can't be touched
It's not like we're feeling ourselves that much
It's just, that if someone ever put us in the clutch
We just know y'all ain't gon be the one who's gon do it

'Cause first of all you're and everybody can see that
You fuck around, get caught in a 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 is bout it, bout it
The from [unverified] be drowned out by the crowd
And be laying on the ground getting trampled by people dancing
Till the closes and clears out

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

Shit's about to change, 'cause we playing no games
We ain't budging are they, we ain't saying no names
Shit ain't the same, when the Aks gettin' sprayed
hip hop is in a state of 911

It ain't hip hop, 'cause those days are gone
It ain't about 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

Step off my holster shit it's getting serious
All theses you be fucking with make you delirious
Thinking you coming heat, yo son, I'm curious
How long are you gunna hate us and judge us and us?

Some people can never fade us, that us so furious
us for fakers, homie we greater and glorious
We for real and others just making the stories up
Allusions are broken, so live it up, you corny

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

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

About to change, we ain't playing no games
We ain't budging neither are they, we ain't saying no
Shit just ain't the same, when the Aks 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 not to get popped and get dropped to the floor
'Cause hip hop is in a of 911

Uh, gangsta who come to pay you a visit
On this shit you call hip hop, this is where did it
When I put it in motion, my focus is getting
My appetite for destruction is because I said it

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

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

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

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

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