Luyện nghe bài hát Project Steps

Old die hard huh
will not be disregarded partna
You dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception
No disrespect will be tolerated man hell or high water
You understand You bitch!
Bankroll mafia, hustle gang ova nigga

I got bitches on my timeline, ay
niggas in my rearview
Wonder why I'm wasting my time
Even replying to let you I don't feel you, fuck 'em!
nothin' but a Fed case
Betta know it, of holdin' on to dead weight
Goin' let it go, no turnin' round lookin' back
I to God I'ma drop a gem like cookin' crack
And it hard, I'ma
Bankhead to the heart, with
Tote tools on the
young niggas in a stolen car
With ambition and exquisite pistols we showin' off
that line and we goin' off
And let his mom give a damn, who you goin'
You violatin, we lettin' nothin' go at all
We demonstrate and leave your brains on the wall
Pussy, you nigga, got that
I ain't never been shot at, and I shot back
Bossed up in a whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back "What you know about that?"

I'm just a nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, till ain't one in it
Try me, handle my business
my business
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business, try me

I got fake on my timeline and
Hatin' niggas in my
I got bitches in the high rise
On the balcony so they get a clear view
Of the city my dick up in it
But in the morning remember which bitch is it, shit
Ay I'm too rich for this shit but I'm too to be tried nigga
Going against me just like goin' God
And I ain't make excuses, why
I don't fuck whoever, wanna do about it
Thought not, fuck around get out
You caught slippin' roll down on ass, .45 start spittin'
Goin' be a long day nigga I trippin'
Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition, up?
Whatchu do for dough, guess you do it too
And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin'
I'm poppin' in the front, leave you in the dust
Kick in door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?"
Boy you is a ho ho, not just a little piece of
watch your ass talkin', you don't me nigga holdup

I'm just a project nigga on the steps
And gettin' is the concept
By any means, and the where the gun kept
I let that whole clip ride, til ain't one in it
Try me, I'ma handle my
Handle my
Try me
I'ma my business
Try me I'ma handle my
Try me

All I wanna do is go and
Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and
Yea, I'm a daddy, love my little
But I'll still check a bitch like 'Pac did Lauryn
Hey, hey I ain't into it, I was born with it
to sell crack to the children of the corn
I'm the why your mama warned you
you don't die before you make it to the street corner
back! Who am I

I'm a project nigga on the front steps
And money is the concept
By any means, and the belt the gun kept
I let that clip ride, til ain't one left in it
Try me, I'ma my business
Handle my
Try me
I'ma handle my
Try me I'ma my business
Try me