Luyện nghe bài hát Box Cutters

(yea)

Gambino..
..
P..
..
Nuttin but that MOB
..
Nuttin but This Hard

"Infamous it on ya forehead baby,
niggas be acting shit is all gravy
up the 4-5 bout to get busy
I'm in the everyday Dunn i run this city
Smokin' that Dunn i cant feel my face
Shit be laced, Let me hit it again..
Sid Roam Keep it Poppin Dunn did it again
While kick true facts shootouts with black
ask around the way, niggas i did that
pump drugs all night rockin a ski
We longer than all these Frank heads
Take leds shake feds that to break bread
Chicken-Heads thast part of my M.O
R.I.P. to My in Yambo
Ya Looking for Twin I Got Tons of
in The Streets Everyday yall forced to lay Low

I been through threats, Tec's [or like Im to adress threats, tec's]
out Tec's and Let Blecks [Blecks?]
Tec's, Dun The world

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle Like a
My Style a Box Cutta
Box Masta

I been through threats,
out Tec's and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

My Turn To Shine
I sparkle a Razor
My Style like a Box
Box Cutta

P a Bullshit
I Run the comb through the hood and my target,
..Comb the Hood.
Find his apartment, Infamous
You food in the forest, nigga MOB shit..
Here's a Riddle him to the hospital
Whats with the White Sheet and Red All Over?
Over here's War, You Just another Dead
I Been around the world, but is Colder..
Much More Fowl, Much Wild
The Chopper gone Chop, The Go Pow
This ain't no Shit this is Right Now
I transcend Time This is Two Twelve
Ya a Hard smack in the Back a ya Head
system Corrupt, Better wake up Kid
Cause there's we can do cept spread the word
And one day we can all shake the world..

& Scarface
Do it to def, How we do it, gone do it to def.
Prodigy &
Do it to the def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.
Joey &
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to def.
On the East and West
Do it to def, How we gone do it, do it to The def.

I been through threats, Tec's [or sounds Im to adress threats, tec's]
Pull out Tec's and Let Blecks
Tec's, Dun The world

My Turn To Shine
I Like a Razor
My Style like a Box
Box Masta

I through threats, Tec's
Pull out Tec's and Let
Tec's, Dun The Sweat

It's My Turn To
I sparkle Like a
My like a Box Cutta
Box Masta