Luyện nghe bài hát 1nce Upon a Time

1nce a time in a crack house
A nigga was up a key
It was season and everybody was fiending
So they had to and buy their dope from me

It all started back in the crack
When I was counting up some dope and mail
Now pagers for sale
But I ain't no more fucking yail

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

Taz was kinda harder
So I took that plane to Georgia
But just that I was sitting on that thang
And that that I got down in Florida

I had a but I chopped it up
And I put it down to
That's when I my come up
I hit my block

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

10's grow to 20's, grow to 50's
We need some yale, at your nigga
Or just and get me

God, can you hear me?
My love for gonna kill me
Got me crack to the children
And a shame because I love how I'm living

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

Selling phat packs when I first
like that, pay man in flat
Throwing block of dope
Trynna make my money

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

hard as the fucker come up
So the last thang I need is a begging
strapped up whenever, if you will get tapped up
The gang, fuck

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