Luyện nghe bài hát Holla @ Cha' Boy

I you niggaz would be back
See, see, you to fuck with me you know I mean?
Yeah, you to holla at your boy, man

Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with shit
what you get
That shit stepped on nigga, what you get
I got raw, I got that, uh

seven
(Holla @ boy)
you need baby?
Come on with it, on with it
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day, in the
(Holla @ boy)
Sick of blow up
(Holla @ boy)

That's what you get for fuckin' with niggaz
Come and see me for that O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole

Bitches fiend for it, then they for it
It ain't cocaine, but they still blow it
What you need, you need
Hoes offer me the pink and the deed

Treat it like weed
Hit the right end, pass it to her friend
I'm a hustler, you a
Them other niggaz you like, straight ya

Some of 'em lyin', of 'em trickin'
Others are dyin', some of 'em
When you come South Central LA
That is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache

If you it raw, now
Make the call now, me up, nigga
(Holla @ boy)

Fiendin' for that shit
Take a look, bitch, you need, baby
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on
(Holla @ boy)

of that blow up
Gettin' on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

Ice Cube, back then they to fuck me
Now that I'm hot, these bitches still me
'Cause I'm far from
Everywhere I go, they wanna and hug me

They say "Dopeman,
I got your money turn into Konnan"
Don't wanna see the
I am the man here to Cleveland

Don't get mad, I get
Try to shake the van, think you're
Oh, my God, nigga's leakin'
best to call the deacon

Any is a overdose
your punk-ass dead or a comatose
And if you don't listen
My shit'll you out like Tyrone Biggums

If you it raw, now
the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ boy)

Fiendin' for that shit
Take a look, bitch, you need, baby
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of that up
stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

Holla,
But don't a nigga
Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a

Dumb
(I'll holla)
Don't a nigga man
(I'll holla)

If you it raw, now
Make the now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ boy)

for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need,
(Holla @ boy)

I got it all day
In the on Broadway
(Holla @ boy)

Sick of that up
stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ boy)

Twenty
I've been you fiends
For twenty
(Holla @ boy)

Why you fuck with anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ boy)
That's why fucked up right now, ain't it?
(Holla @ boy)

You to get at me
You know I got it and I know you it
(Holla @ boy)o

on, Cube, let me rap on here
I'm, I'm just tryin' to somethin' up