Luyện nghe bài hát 11/11

Ay this the hustle, this the other war
Find me in, in the crib but got other law
Show her other bitch a master piece
I'm but she white and she a master freak
luck on that pussy, gotta mess the key
She got it it, ride it nigga
Master hood, P
I'm a master shield, do I want be
The way I cook it and cut it like I'm
Look at master grinning, bring some concern me
Fifty, fifty, she get the plug, she ain't find me
Life of granding, life full of slummy
He will met the mean then he gonna move to Miami
Get the 11/11 just wait for the
Brow all 11 cuz you know I'm have it
11, 11 I throw eleven
Cuz I'm banging money and been out of thugs since I am 11
I don't if she have it, she like an angel like she got some wings
Put on Jason I to her cousin
Don't fuck with the money, come show you some
Mention my name if you mention I'm the
You wanna know I mean
When I say all of my hustlers, my nigga, my balers are ready for the

11, 11 I break 22 so have all 11
I get money, I've been throw this shit since I was 1 7
I was 17 nigga, I was 17 will make the labels
Now the brick will and the 32 shot, we invest in guns
11 they won, 11 they care, 11 fine
11 new cars, 11 new but no new friends
The streets(?) and I'm driving the and fuck 'em on streets
I do I do but nothing for leave to my nigga to get
And my bitch complain me
She think I am fucking 11 new
And my plug play me, like fuck all the rapture
They get to the

11 one of the thrill, that's one of the trail
And no stilling the hood, try to get that saving the money

11, 11 just on the album,
Then ledge of 11, you know I'm grabble
11, 11 and point 9, 11 I drive eleven
And I've been in the streets and I'm banging this since I was 11
She ain't know they coming and (?)
And the streets on
And I do what I do but not just for me, for my too
If you keep fucking my nigga, fucking with me
You gotta beat shit alive
Hella this fuck slide,
Fuck niggas try to get over the
all this niggas, ain't never gonna change
Fuck all the lables, they never gonna
Fuck all the bitches, they gonna all them
Fuck all the rappers and now they gona bout shit
That I don't hear it
(?) when you lay when on streets (?)
But they never come, I promise I won't let you down
I'mma you my stole, I'mma get you the pain, there's no fucking round
Cuz struggle is real, my nigga got kill, my lost life
we in the streets and you and the others was fucking device