Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em,
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas ain't sho' ta riz-ayd,
we get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll,
[continues,
1: WC]
I'ma it down, now
wit deez out-a-town niggas
got me watchin' up on my back and
packin'
who thought dem fools would catch on
and we was sellin' rock up in the back of the broll
see da was to make a transaction to match
three calos, for the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you know da deal, nigga you know da
dub C and C Mac tha money 'n run
[CJ
We gettin' close, hot as
up in his drive
two pace, checkin' doin' sixty-five
I seen the patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better 9 lives
nigga
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
Close
you have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I tell no
nigga when I'm through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his

Fuck that, I dun dis befo'
after we twist deez niggas, we gon twist mo'
(CJ Mac)
Out-a-town nigga havin' a in hand
paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets, player
shit
CJ Mac]
Don't wit a niggas cash
blast, when it come to cash
mash, on dat ass
Don't wit a niggas cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a cash, niggas blast
[WC second half
(T'is da to be janky falalalala lalalala)
[Verse 2: CJ
J, sit straight, dey ain't even check
suitcase, jit
we stop to count da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla straight

fake twista, took her ass back to da
some mo crystals back to da liz-ad
to make some mo loot [wooh!]
'cause baby new shoes and daddy need a coupe
[CJ
my nigga, Fred, yo friend
he set up da
gave his ass ten-thousand, him n' shit
told him 'Shut the fuck up', niggas try
and have to his ass out there, he bound to wetting

Uh huh, two months passed, I his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, with his in his mouth
What the I know these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my CJ
{[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ
(What's crackin'?) Look on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ I just found this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey nigga it's goin'
Hey nigga me at cho bitch spot, nigga (what?)
Fuck that, bring these in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
Goin' 110 on da 110, exit
shit my uptight, sumthin' ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck they found where stay
they ain't never been out there, hold up, the fuck?!

CJ, don't trip, nigga, dey killed yo bitch
her bleedin' in the porch wit' screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, took the work and the
[CJ
I could see shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?

They took the hundred thousand we plus two mo' (right, right)
and if I know that Bo he checked a in mo {motel}
[CJ
Bo, hard nigga, who the game
you didn't know motherfuckas name!
you found Fred dead, then you found my bitch wit her wig split
nigga I stupid, you did that shit

Motherfucka me in my shoulda
reached for my strap, and dumpin' back
continue}

Nigga, lifes a and then you die
you only get one to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda known from the start, ain't no love in my
fuck 50-50 shit, this is where we depart
[CJ
I'll be damned if I let nigga walk wit' da dough
kill my hoe, boy, my hoe?
Five, fo' rounds, hit him twice, hit him in his
see me blood,
eat slugs!
{gunshots

On my knees, see da bust back, fuck that
somehow I managed, ta raise wit da wicked
no rules to dis shit, we jackers
ain't no love in game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I feel sorry,
just like dog has his day,
every loc get his
I'll be back at ya, my (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some shit that to me, nigga
it ain't (hu, hu)
it nothin'
It's down
I'ma get that
on!