Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme of them water and chip's, shit
(other man)
lock 'em up, nigga, 'em, bullshit
(man)
hey, look,
get out there,
these niggas ain't ta riz-ayd, right
we get in and get out
(other man)
we on a roll,
[continues,
1: WC]
I'ma it down, now
fuckin' wit deez niggas
got me watchin' up on my and strappin'
pistol
who ever thought dem would catch on
and we was sellin' while up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to a transaction to match
three calos, for under the zone, a hundred cash
you know da deal, nigga you know da
dub C and C Mac take tha 'n run
[CJ
We gettin' close, hot as
up in his drive
two pace, checkin' doin' sixty-five
I the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, have 9 lives
speak
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
Close
you just have tha cash right so we can go's,
I tell no
nigga when I'm comin' through his
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 a pistal in hand
whatcha paper, you fuckin' wit some jackets,
happens
[Chorus: CJ
Don't fuck wit a cash
niggas blast, it come to cash
mash, on dat ass
Don't wit a niggas cash
mash, on dat ass
fo' a niggas cash, niggas
[WC half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be falalalala lalalala)
2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey even check
suitcase, jit
we stop to count da cash, nigga
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla heata

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

Uh huh, two months passed, I his ass trashed out
castrated on his porch, his dick in his mouth
What the fuck? I these niggas ain't here in L.A.
I went and grabbed the AK n' my nigga CJ
stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac}
(What's crackin'?) it's on wit deez niggas (what?)
Hey CJ nigga I found this nigga Fred fucked up
(slow down, nigga) on the (Fred?)
Hey it's goin' down
Hey nigga meet me at cho bitch spot, (what?)
Fuck that, let's these in hea
these niggas!
x2]
[Verse 3: CJ
110 on da 110, exit slow
shit my stomach uptight, ain't right (fuck that)
How da fuck found where Fred stay
they ain't been out there, hold up, what the fuck?!

CJ, trip, nigga, dey just killed yo bitch
left her bleedin' in the wit' screwdriver's in her head
ramshacked the house, the work and the money
[CJ
I see that shit, but why the fuck you so bloody?

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

Motherfucka shot me in my
reached for my strap, and started back
{gunshots

Nigga, lifes a bitch and you die
you only get one to check, nigga, trust no nigga
shoulda from the start, ain't no love in my heart
fuck this 50-50 shit, this is we depart
[CJ
I'll be if I let this 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, I'ma see da bust back, that
somehow I managed, ta wit da wicked carriage
ain't no to dis shit, we jackers
no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I sorry, nigga
like every dog has his day,
every loc get his
be back at ya, my nigga (ain't no thang)
I can't believe yo ass did some shit like to me, nigga
it ain't (hu, hu)
it ain't
It's down
get that motherfucker
on!