Luyện nghe bài hát Niggaz Done Started Something

Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop more holes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, overlooking our capers
New York City, know way to play is gritty
I cheddar, so we can front up in the 850

My whole comity to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wanna test this? My semi leave you less
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be
Young, but I done did shit that you do

So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin'
I got niggaz who pump on block and in your spot
Who sit next to you? Protectin' you? But they'll murder you,
Don status, nigga we gettin'
And bad bitchsesis, in eclipsesis

Ayo, Mase and The Lox we takin' knots the out of state spots
Any nigga it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from lye the rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef a Islamic farm

So I pack sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug, we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughin' blood, fill his with slugs

Yo, you know I got enough guns to a nation
Any nigga a Tec at Mase, and, have a explanation
You your crew and 'em and I'm doin' 'em
Then I'm 'em down with aluminum, then I'm puttin' two in 'em
You can't touch me, been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but irrelevant

If you love the money, then to die for it
Niggaz started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz started somethin'

If you love the money, then to die for it
Niggaz done somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz started somethin'

Yo, out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha be in the
Rica, sippin' margaritas a mami
Cleanin' my Tommy, showin' to my army
Whenever The Lox rippy blocks, we kill 'em
Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still feel 'em

And for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer us
My 16's be so real, you can feel 'em in your
Like Ramello's from Sugarhill

J be the for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin' at your face, we started from the bottom
You'll see bad pardon, whatever we can do it at the Garden
Word life, shit is real big
I'm makin' niggaz blow trial even if they not

I want a for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the
Twenty niggaz batter me, couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin' up, up your anatomy

Official family, grants niggaz handin' me
I want the things, and I hope you understandin' me
at the table, plannin' and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then your cannon

you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist, me like Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, Nestle
Any ya niggaz done somethin'
Actin' invincible like you God or

If you God, I'm a makes a lot till you rot
And if you a playa, then for everything you got
And if you a thug, then start bustin' off
And if you a dog, you better before you bark

If you love the money, then to die for it
done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz started somethin'

Don't came at me no bullshit, use caution
'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion racketeering
Got niggaz fearin', fuck what you heard, this what you

How much darker must it get, how much harder must it
See if your niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see

Bloodhounds found shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, and blood
A ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gonna' be on that tag on your toe

Now who gonna yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue
as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a headed nigga that wouldn't listen
So you got what you came for what's

wit the chainsaw, I hit the fuckin' streets
'Cause like I said before nothin' goin' down until I eat
Mu' think it's all about impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches
Well, I'm testin' bitches game, adressin' bitches, and bitches

And dealin' with mu'fuckers on all
What I'm dealin' with is all
Fuckin' snakes, runnin' with niggaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggaz, niggaz
That come through and worry niggaz 30 niggaz that like to bury

And scary niggaz get it all the time 'cause they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin' shit until I pulled the
And if I know you, I don't fuck with you
And if you with my man, he gettin' stuck with you

And gave it the
'Cause I lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his through his chest then I tossed the nine
of crime, Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shotty
Bitch-ass who act snotty, get it

These niggaz is for real, these niggaz ain't
This ain't no fuckin' game, you think we Ruff Ryders