Luyện nghe bài hát Project Steps

Old die hard huh
will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man come hell or water
You understand You bitch!
mafia, hustle gang ova everythang nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
Sucka niggas in my
Wonder why I'm even my time
Even to let you know I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
Dodging nothin' but a Fed
Betta know it, tired of on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, ain't no turnin' lookin' back
I swear to God drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
nigga to the heart, with
Tote on the boulevard
It's niggas in a stolen car
With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols we off
Caught that and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't been shot at, and I ain't shot back
up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"

I'm just a project nigga on the front
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got bitches on my timeline and
Hatin' in my rearview
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they could get a view
Of the with my dick up in it
But in the morning won't remember bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too real to be tried
Going against me just like goin' God
And I gotta make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
not, fuck around get crossed out
You caught roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, you do it too slow
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't enough
I'm witnesses in the front, leave you in the dust
in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a piece of pussy
Betta your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the I wanna go and kill
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn Hill
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
Used to sell crack to the of the corn
I'm the reason why mama warned you
Pray you die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm just a project on the front steps
And gettin' money is the
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let whole clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me handle my business
Try me