Luyện nghe bài hát Chill & Hussle

Verse one: ya}

that nigga of the block call me the hood mac
Down to make snaps so what's the haps?
Do I the strap?
Will somebody me a extra clip?
I'm a need it if these niggas try to trip
They might even try some of that funny
If they do, they fuckin' wig I'm a
I'm a get my point across 'cause I'm the
Walkin' my mossed bird, double barrel sawed off pump
With some soldiers behind me called the black
Bet you bottom dollar we be then some bird fly
You bests to run if you gun is on
Be handy with the steel if you ever try to me
Nigga don't you miss because if you do I'm a
And before ya shut yo head and fuckin'
Don't get mad because yo tot your 'k' the city
Lil' ya fa'sho just call me the frank
no pity leavin' yo city destroyed
Bustin' down yo door to take your and all yo boy
Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of
Blood on my back and no bullets in my mac
Watch yo nigga

Chorus: {tec-9/yella ya}

is cool and ok
But I rather chill and
I break it to easy fit the pieces to the puzzle
is cool and ok
But I chill and hussle
Nigga we got dem for that ass

Verse two: {yella

Like black and moe I got shit sold
Cock diesel by my side homicide
I'm back up on the ya bitch you
I'm from the third u. n. l. v. who the are you?
Now if you think you can beat me to the draw
Try yo luck, I'm a mover in the u-haul
Yo ass in trouble, I plot and get there on the double
Ain't nothin' shakin', when the nigga hit the block
auto amo aimin' at you non stop
Slickie grease I got yo down
I'm once, I'm comin' back around to act a clown
No freakin' out because I'm used to this streak
and all night I keep my heat
Don't give a fuck I play it real as it go
I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' flow
Now can you coke with the gate scope, nope
I ain't no joke see I'm straight folks
I'm on the real the bill fifty loc song
I put my stop to all you wanna bee's
Then I hangin' with the spanish
I'm ducked off I'll be back at you
I'm here to stay now you like a statue
Ya see I'm dumpin' if you try to disrespect my set
I beat I'll leave yo ass wet, because I'm in a
the mag ninety, spittin' at you and yo crew
Comin' to down you, try'na get rid of you
I catch a drain put yo ass in
Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved
I come to buck you down because I'm a fuckin'
The black is in a position that supposed to be in
As I spin the bin again

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Verse

Niggas I got that flipper bigger den the big
We blowin' up this motherfuckin' gangsta shit
We be up slab have the money in my hood
Keep it good, protect the money you make
You bitch can't fade what we put together
No matter the weather I be ridin' with
That in my leather
Two extra clips to make yo bitch ass flips
So the cut
what's happenin' with all that gafflin'
Get for strappin' because you know
I'm bout that action daddy ok
I take a ride my ak
Somebody don ratted out my rock
And told the my chillin' spot
Where I hang at my
Jeopardizin' my
But I got to hussle to keep my tight right?
If it means I have to the streets all
night all my hommies are out
Enjoyin' there (where you at tec-9)
I'm slangin' rocks in the meplh
Now let's elevate a take it to another
Work it off the beeper flowin' from my keith
Use the code that I you hit me I'm a hit you
Now picture me the emenies around me
for me to go down
Player are created by the hour
deal gone sour
Replace the yae the flour
Break a quarter key down I can't fuck that
a nigga ounce of that furl and I can fuck with that
I love to go out and parley with my homies
Today but I got's to pay bills and the first man

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