Luyện nghe bài hát Shadiest One

(man)
Hey, nigga, gimme some of them 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
fuckin' wit deez niggas
got me watchin' up on my and strappin'
packin'
who thought dem fools would catch on
and we was sellin' rock up in the back of the broll
see da plan was to make a transaction to
calos, for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash
you know da deal, you know da outcome
dub C and C Mac tha money 'n run
[CJ
We gettin' close, hot as
up in his drive
two pace, mirror checkin' sixty-five
I the state patrol 5 times, swear to god
he make this stop, better have 9
nigga
[Man's
you at?
[CJ
Close
you have tha cash right so we can go's, nigga
I tell no
nigga I'm comin' through his town
set us up, get a crew, gun his

Fuck that, I dun dis shit
we twist deez niggas, we gon twist some 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 niggas cash, blast
[WC half overlaps]
(T'is da season to be falalalala lalalala)
2: CJ Mac]
Hits J, sit straight, dey ain't even
suitcase, jit
we ain't stop to count da cash,
shit, nigga, I
It was two a dem gas cans, was fulla heata

fake twista, her ass back to da piz-ad
sent mo crystals back to da liz-ad
to make mo trick-climbin'-blatant-nigga loot [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 fuck up', try sweating
and to take his ass out there, he bound to wetting

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

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

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

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

Nigga, lifes a bitch and you die
you only get one chance to check, nigga, trust no
shoulda known from the start, ain't no in my heart
fuck this shit, this is where we depart
[CJ
be damned 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, fuck
I managed, ta raise wit da wicked carriage
ain't no to dis shit, we jackers
no love in this game, mothafucka, shit happens
x2]
I sorry, nigga
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 like that to me,
it nothin' (hu, hu)
it ain't
It's down
I'ma get that
on!