Luyện nghe bài hát 2Face

Hey I got a dolla in a
But its all a got so its about that green
And im all up in spot
Hey

1]
Yeah the mental state of a young genius conflicted
The fast I done seen on the screen is addictive
and clothes I done dreamed about
And all the hoes that I about
Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I had
Waving gats instead of flags the dream
Why do we to the villians?
they killin'
My n-ggas high enough to swaing the ceiling
Ink from the pen spilling on my
Filled with dreams, this is my whole
Still the screams from shot and killed fill my head on a daily
At times I question God can you blame me they can't me?
My screech through the street Im a beast on em
Oh no he not fold you will not see a priest on him
He will not slip or his grip they got them cleats on em
But never will he run unless you call on em

One time, two times, three
Sometimes I scrap sometimes Im throwin up the peace
Its two sides to a though
I Its two sides to a n-gga yo
Ey sometimes im feeling high
im feeling low
Lord will I die I survive let a n-gga know
You say you know me but what side did you get to
Its two to a n-gga yo yo yo

2]
Yeah some n-ggas put out on me and my mans
Wasn't for the pistol we drop em right there where he
But we never ran foolish pride made us stand right there
Not understanding we lose our life there
And the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance
Ugh as lil n-ggas in the we was trippin
Type of nose ass niggas to the fight until its over
They ran when the came out, I moved closer
Foolish was I thinking? wasn't trying to be cool its
Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with
When a stranger get to
He on me wide awake, bitch i,ll annihilate him
Im tired of wait on my ticket out this
Hope don't kill me before I get up out this mothaf-cka
I go,
Now can I be that n-gga I thought I was? I know
Will I make it like I I would? I gotta blow

3]
Yeah I seen heaven, hell
The two of the Ville
One side dreams, the sides real
One side schemes, the other side
What the pain brings another mother cry
Why the am I here God?
That n-gga died why the am I still alive?
I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done all this success to me
And all I seem to focus on is all stress on me
Bless homie we
world got me sneezing
Wrote this when I was broke so hey I we even
Though it blows demons trying to stop from bustin semen
In an unfamiliar bitch I my n-ggas feel this shit
How I f-ck her raw? And I just met the hoe
My dick took over it never felt this wet before
Im stressing in my but its way to late to stop it
Make this shit so bad, I had a in my pocket
change the topic
Before I go
I'm so alert, down 95
Naw I aint finna to go to
I'm headed back home staying that long
I'm chasing shawty im paying back loans
I'm paying dues that a n-gga tax on
Im blow like a n-gga playing saxophone
Im playing daddy to n-ggas daughter
don't worry even Jesus saw his real father
I bother me at all though
Yeah say it bother me
They got me thinking my mom though
Man I cant to sing this song I be like, I be like

Hey cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta bout the money no more
We aint gotta bout how them bill get paid
We aint gotta how the meals get fed
Hey cry hey ohh no
We aint gotta worry bout the money no
We aint gotta worry bout how them get paid
We gotta worry how the meals get fed
Hey Hey Hey