Luyện nghe bài hát Young G's

Uhh, it out, uhh
(I steps in the Mo's and the hoes at baby)
Fuck all pretty shit
Takin' it back to the gutter for you
(Niggaz the deal)
know who the Don is
(Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the one)
Peep game, uhh, what,

Out of world like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in cars
We built them radars to stay from the cops
choices to make like A-C or the drop

Are we gonna stop? Shit man, never my go broke
Your squad arti-choke, watch circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't
Nigga I know, might say "Been there that" like Dre

Through hard I earn the vault
Promise God to never back or I turn to salt
Had nice watches, nice cars, bitches and rings
it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things

Can't to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
you all fucked up and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you it
Be on some real bullshit, politely you to beat it

Fuck that, get your own nigga, ask me for shit
That's what I did, now all askin' for hits
Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be
We fly but separately 'cause now I charter my own

Propellers, good fellas all them playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us, they touch us
Why niggaz bring the
Because release day is bigger than Mandala's,

Just some boys
in these ghetto streets, these ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta to stay alive
It's reality, yeah

Yeah, you a deal, check
These here's the dog years and don't shed
I try to bring you but motherfuckers want dead
So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the
'Cause when it's on then it's on, the shots flowin' through head

I rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread
Some say I been before because of the way I zone
said, Jigga zone is like the fallin' of Rome
Reoccurring, he thinks like that 'cause he's observing

Won't be known I'm gone and niggaz study my bones
Mentally been places, but I'm Brooklyn's own
In the physical, one seems, a lost body
In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God

But it's the odd shottie that got cats, me
To the mob Gotti rap dudes bitin' me 'cause
I got it like the late Bob Marley
Pardon me y'all, the great Bob

we mourn, all the rappers that's gone
Niggaz got killed in the field and all the babies born
Know they ain't fully prepared for this new world
So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter

You walk 'em it, you know, talk 'em through it
Know these beads is than music whenever I talk to it
Destined for greatness and y'all knew when I doubled the pie
Had a and a girl who'd comin' out of BWI

I algebra but I loved to multiply
And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi I die
gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your way
'Cause if that's my dough trappin', I'm clappin' your way

Just some boys
Livin' in these streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
(Stay alive)
just reality, yeah
(Oh, reality)

Damn it feel good to see up on it
two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme to get richer
Than Richie, quickly, niggaz hit me
If they get me, dress my in linen by Armani, check it

My lyrical carjack, make your splat
caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
In my circumference, mad with mad lucci
Bulletproof vests under coochie
my Uzi, don't lose me

My trigga niggaz represent, drivin' in J-30's gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they me
While you still killin' with punany, like heiny

And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the
I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin' so I won't go broke, now check it

Them country call me Frank White
I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no
Got my shorty in with keys taped to her thighs

With all the utensils, who hang my China
She half half oriental 86 she got me rental
The situation ain't
What? From a, a young G's perspective

Just some ghetto
Livin' in ghetto streets
And everyday they gotta fight to stay
(To fight)
It's just
(It's reality)

Just some ghetto
Livin' in these streets
And they gotta fight to stay alive
(To alive)
just reality