Luyện nghe bài hát 1nce Upon a Time

1nce upon a time in a house
A was chopping up a key
It was drought season and everybody was
So they had to come and buy their from me

It all started back in the house
When I was counting up some and some mail
Now beaucoup pagers for
But I ain't have no more yail

I has to get me some
But all the is stupid, move kinda slow
Black Adam, we go bust down in Texas
You know where I get my dope at

Taz was sweating kinda
So I that plane ride to Georgia
But just remember that I was sitting on thang
And that that I got down in Florida

I had a bird but I it up
And I put it down to
when I make my come up
I hit my block

Fiends was fucking sweating
Now get out da
I chop dimes to
Fuckers wanna see me chop more

grow to 20's, 20's grow to 50's
We need some yale, holla at nigga
Or come and get me

Dear God, can you me?
My love for money's kill me
Got me selling crack to the
And it's a shame I love how I'm living

Peekin' out the window, tryin' to cope with a run of indo
Paranoid as the while I'm breaking down this kilo
Like money to be made, ain't had dope in four days
As the fiends knock, I keep off the block mister gets paid

Selling phat packs when I first
It's like that, pay man in
Throwing block of dope
Trynna make my back

Front you bitch, front me some dollars
But if you got no G's, shit nigga, I can't holler
'Cause way down in the Bayou
When niggas quick to get some funk

This hard as the fucker up
So the last thang I need is a begging
Stay strapped up whenever, if you get tapped up
The dope gang,

I live for it, quick to kill for it
Made 10 G's today, 'bout to get up and
Shit, I got it