Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Listen (feat. Killa Kyleon, Chris Ward & Dre Day), artist - Slim Thug. Album song Boyz-N-Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2004
Record label: B.H.O
Song language: English
Listen (feat. Killa Kyleon, Chris Ward & Dre Day) |
Close your lips and open your ears, for a change |
You just might, learn some thangs |
I don’t understand your plan, let me get this right |
You broke, but you grinding all day and night |
You on the block pushing caine, with Jordan’s and a chain |
I know, everybody wanna have nice thangs |
But mayn, you must think the dope game is a game |
Fuck around and have yourself, catching a chain |
Better stash you some cash, for a rainy day mayn |
Cause only God knows, what tomorrow bring |
Better listen, I’m trying to stop a lot of sorrow and pain |
Cause falling on your ass, is a horrible thang |
You better listen, I talk too shit too raw explain |
Better learn from the mistakes, of the Outlaw gang |
I been there done that, fought that won that |
Lost that and got it right back, you better listen |
Quit being hard headed (yeah I hear you mayn) |
Open your ears and just listen (yeah I hear you mayn) |
Get off your ass and do something (yeah I hear you mayn) |
It’s more than one way out here, to get that do' |
It don’t take a rocket scientist, to get that bro |
You can get that fast, get that slow |
Hit licks with that grass, with that blow |
Or with that pads, spit that flow |
Or gamble with it, try to get back mo' |
Uh-uh not me, I refuse to lose |
You either got it or you don’t, and I refuse to choose |
And candy blue’s I cruise, cause if I snooze I lose |
And if I get out there bad, I just use my tools |
My mind and muscle, that helps me grind and hustle |
If it wasn’t for this rap, I’d try to find a hustle |
Why niggas sitting on they behind, steady trying to hustle |
24/7−3/65, my time to hustle |
I’d be a dealer out here, I got dimes and shuffles |
Kyleon, is what really defines the hustle, just listen mayn |
You need to quit talking so much, for a minute and hush |
Stop trying to throw down boy, why you in such a rush |
You play the game, as if you got a royal flush |
But if you don’t cool off, you just might get touched |
I grind against the grain, and your brain like a crush |
Cause for me to get mine, is a plus and a must |
But listen, hustling ain’t for everybody |
Especially if you ain’t got the heart, and you’s a scary body |
Oh but I know, you don’t hear me boy |
It’s gon take som’ing bad to happen, for you to feel me boy |
But I’m so sick and tired, of teaching and preaching |
You ain’t even meet me half way, it’s like I’m the only one that’s reaching |
While you keep leaching, you gon find yourself smashed |
Pumped up, wrecked and crashed |
You must of forgot my nigga, your future’s my past |
You oughtta listen, 'fore you wind up on your ass |
On how, I got this cash |
I sold zones bled mics, moved rocks and hash |
I click pro long, had to get on these blocks and mash |
You want your do' long, try to hit these blocks and mash |
Be careful though, you got niggas that watch your stash |
And the second you slip get off his hip, gon pop your ass |
Get a connect cop a Tech, take your prize in the dash |
We balling now, hit the lot put your ride on glass |
You hard headed not heated, when you ride on glass |
Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass |
Knocked off your feet you looking weak, your boys slide on past |
Had a high class bitch, now you collide with trash |
Now you the hoodrat plumber, pushing hoodrat lil' mama |
Laid up with the slut, and caught the high five from her |
Now you lying like a plumber, sick broke and in drama |
Should of listened |