Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Birdz

30 birdz, 30 all I want is 30 birdz
I'm never catchin cases, I'm clockin 3rd
I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of
anything 500 is life so damn
I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke I flip flop
niggaz want static, automaticly the clip
born into this with no escape from playa hates
down to papes, goin pyscho like Norman Bates
amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I greens
damn tryin to stick for my cream
my turned upside down, don't fuck around
bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is
on a mission for money, seems funny to me,
try to take my birdz and set em free,
now how can this be I he caught a federal case,
caught with dope in his crib than scarface,
talkin to federalies Detroit to Cali,
tryin to catch me slippin like silly Sally,
I his body in the alley, and shot em a close range
nigga wasn't loyal to the so i poped his ass

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30 birdz,30 birdz got no loyalty, 30 birdz away from me, them dirty birdz

I got away as clean as a whistle, 187 on my pistol
visions of my burial, got make another 20 birdz to go
life ain't but money, so I make snow
it get slow, i get paranoid
jail and hell is 2 thingz that i avoied
mama saw certain shit I couldn't see
its hard for me to see of v.s.o.p.
a deal is deal, plus I'm tryin to make a
bad a nigga had to kill, just to stay real
it out samll time, big time, and no time
crime is my life and my is crime
I'm sick of seeing fiends and burned down blocks
hearin screams and 17 shots from hot
back in the days I used to roll to crack spots
now i watch niggaz cry right before die
be snitchin, you cookin keys in your kitchen
buried a half a mill, in my steel
trought all the excitment, indietment
now I'm on the run, with 10 and a gun
and if I get caught they only know my name
I tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game

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I went to ten states, dropped of ten birdz
1996, january, the 3rd, I was in a motel with a trick
thinkin bout goin out Maserati Rick our the Chambers family, Y.B.I
200 key stole like redbird and I, from all the shit I did up as a kid
now they got my ass facing a bid, I'm on the run from the law
runnin out of time, out my mind, from my life of crime
seems I must a been slippin, catch the setup
bullets through the window and my bitch got wet up
seems I had to get my pay like Holloway
down at the broadway from the AK
as my heart beating all I was hoping was not to die with my eyes open

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