Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Birdz

30 birdz, 30 birdz all I want is 30
I'm catchin cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd
I got 36 ounces, thousand grams of
over 500 is life so damn
I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip
niggaz want static, automaticly the pops
born into this life with no from playa hates
down to stack papes, 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 for stacks, so dead bodies is found
on a mission for money, seems funny to me,
nigga try to take my and set em free,
now how can this be I he caught a federal case,
caught with more dope in his than scarface,
talkin to federalies from to Cali,
nigga tryin to catch me slippin silly Sally,
I his body in the alley, and shot em a close range
nigga wasn't to the game so i poped his ass

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

I got as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol
visions of my burial, got make another move 20 to go
life nuthin but money, so I make snow
it get slow, i get paranoid
jail and hell is 2 thingz that i can't
always saw certain shit I couldn't see
its for me to see gone of v.s.o.p.
a deal is deal, I'm tryin to make a meal
feelin bad a nigga had to kill, just to stay
it started out time, big time, and no time
crime is my and my life is crime
I'm sick of seeing dope fiends and down blocks
hearin and 17 shots from hot glocks
back in the I used to roll down to crack spots
now i watch niggaz cry before they die
niggaz be snitchin, you cookin in your kitchen
buried a half a mill, in my backyard
all the excitment, federal indietment
now I'm on the run, 10 birdz and a gun
and even if I get they only know my name
I ain't tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this

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I went to ten fuckin states, of ten birdz
1996, january, the 3rd, I was in a Detroit with a trick
thinkin bout goin out like Maserati 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
out of time, goin out my mind, from my life of crime
seems I must a been slippin, didn't the setup
bullets flying through the and my bitch got wet up
I had to get my pay like Demetrius Holloway
down at the broadway the AK spray
as my heart beating all I was hoping was not to die with my eyes open

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