Luyện nghe bài hát Go Head

Ruff nigga, volume 2
We show niggas the meaning of or die
So all that bullshit you talking, go nigga

You don't gotta me five or give me a hug
And it hurts when you kill a nigga you love
But I'm gone wit my enemies sooner
Cause I got'em looking for my solo album kennedy jr.
Fuck crush ice, go head and get your on
I'm bout to cop that y'all niggas can climb on
Don't worry why I ain't got mine on
I want new shit, I don't want nothing that you can tell time on
Things all good right now
Cause some more niggas die an all you in the hood right now
Y'all can stop acting like that j gone squeeze
Cause all I got is misdeameanors and some
Y'all gon make me lay down I promise
And wear scarmas and listen to carl thomas
Puff running and and we coping more guns
An we coming outside cause gotta die

Go head you know we plenty of dough
Go head you know we lighting of dro
Go head you we coming from y-o
Go head truly though go head really
Go head you know we hitting of hos
Go head you know we ripping plenty of
Go head you we coming from y-o
Go head though go head really though

Now I warned y'all that sheek was the one
Now I'm warning y'all niggas I got my gun
Read to kill, don't bout no doctor bill
It ain't gone be one of those just yo casket
Lox, nah you fuck wit the cops
Cause I pop and turn y'all the optimum box
No paper feud, it's straight hate wit
So I'm hungry and let the zip up your crew
You wanna hope on our dicks and go whilly yo
And wear ryder tees, motherfucker please
You a poke-a-nose nigga, want you to the skis
And I don't hear a nigga no more
So I don't bother to go in the store an cop shit
time I cop y'all shit if lox on it
I shoot you in yo mouth no calling the cops
I want my back like cash flo and elian's pop

I'm always that, I'm always
But the floor nasty like hallway piss
If you here the p spitting a deep ass song
When I die bury me wit street clothes on
Cause drama be the threapy, the goes on
Should've speaking out of it makes it a lot
But I was fucking wit the savages, kicking the
for the money, die for my niggas, run from the law
Catch me smoking my weed or fucking whore
Push my whip to the limit of hoping it flip
Throw my to the tip kind of hoping you flip
I sorry for the crackheads, but happy for myself
So I got mixed about this hussling shit
I keep saying I'm gone quit after a of bricks
But I stop building and I don't pop children
But I got no problem a bitch