Luyện nghe bài hát Bring Da Beef

Bring da beef to the
(Y'all don't want it)
the heat with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all don't want it)
Betta not wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

Bring da to the streets
(Y'all really want it)
the heat with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all really want it)
not fuck wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

I'm a bad block crook out runnin' wild
'Bout to run up on ass Tommy gun style
Call me Willy since I sleep with my clothes
Make with my partners as I murder my foes

In all black like the Grim Reaper
It's G.I.B. and I'm my brother's
Richie will chop his fingers with the axe
These trick-ass cowards should be wearin'

What ya this is, huh, a lifetime story
Man, I'm knockin' cowards off of my riders me
Lay it down, muthafucka and quit your gums
Ain't no in the slums just bums and crumbs

Bring da beef to the
(Y'all really want it)
the heat with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all really want it)
Betta not wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

da beef to the streets
(Y'all really want it)
the heat with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all don't really it)
not fuck wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

Police say G.I.B. is a
But we just up doin' our family thing
Straight hang and swang in the of Kang
Increasin' my change to an range

That you reach, if you listen I'll teach
Of course I'm a beast on tracks I release
East or West, I'll envision a check
That my pay, I'm a predator, hey

So where's my prey 'cuz it's possible for me to be today
I'll keep rockin' the in the home of your place
Bet you won't wanna
Keep the chrome in face, betta watch what you say, hey

da beef to the streets
(Y'all really want it)
Keep the heat me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all don't really it)
not fuck wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't really it)
Keep the with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all don't really it)
not fuck wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

I'm [Incomprehensible] disturbin' the
Money's my but the way I live ain't no guarantees
visions of casualties sworn to municipalities
Got 'em after me 'cuz a coward to speak on how I'll eat

But I don't play when it to my meat
The Isley Brothers leave 'em layin' between the sheets
See we Get It Boyz and know we roll with the
If money got a problem, tell him he get beat

da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't want it)
Keep the heat me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all don't really it)
Betta not wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

da beef to the streets
(Y'all don't want it)
Keep the with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all don't really it)
Betta not wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

I'll put you lames in the place where you're eternally
And for that player-hatin' testin', you gon' meet the Smith and
these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times
Respect mine, I'll have kickin' in your door time

We're deep the artillery, impose on your spot
G's, plus, a silly G, I'll get your ass knocked
Ridin' in a minivan, in my hand
Find these buzzards, split their wig is my master plan

I start it but I finish it a true gun blazer
OGM and H-man, them true hell raisers
the WMPG, Northside [Incomprehensible] street
Stay with the heat
So we can take it to the street, yo, niggas

Bring da beef to the
(Y'all don't really it)
the heat with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all really want it)
Betta not wit me
('Cuz our is on it)

Bring da to the streets
(Y'all don't want it)
Keep the with me
(So run up on me)

All my see
(Y'all don't really it)
not fuck wit me
('Cuz our is on it)