Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Birdz

30 birdz, 30 all I want is 30 birdz
I'm never cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd
I got 36 ounces, thousand of scams
anything 500 is life so damn
I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke I flip flop
niggaz want static, the clip pops
born into this life no escape from playa hates
down to stack papes, goin pyscho Norman Bates
amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I stacks
damn tryin to stick for my cream
my lifes upside down, don't fuck around
bustin bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is
on a mission for money, shit funny to me,
nigga try to take my and set em free,
now how can be I heard he caught a federal case,
with more dope in his crib than scarface,
talkin to federalies from to Cali,
nigga tryin to me slippin like silly Sally,
I dumped his body in the alley, and shot em a 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 flew away from me, them dirty

I got away as clean as a whistle, 187 on my pistol
visions of my burial, got make move 20 birdz to go
life ain't but money, so I make snow
it get slow, i get paranoid
jail and is 2 thingz that i can't avoied
mama always saw certain shit I 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 real
it started out time, big time, and no time
crime is my life and my is crime
I'm sick of dope fiends and burned down blocks
hearin screams and 17 shots hot glocks
back in the days I used to down to crack spots
now i watch niggaz cry right before die
niggaz be snitchin, you keys in your kitchen
buried a half a mill, in my steel
trought all the excitment, federal
now I'm on the run, 10 birdz and a gun
and even if I get caught they know my name
I tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game

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I went to ten fuckin states, 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 redbird and I, from all the shit I did growin up as a kid
now they got my ass facing a lifetime bid, I'm on the run the law
runnin out of time, goin out my mind, from my of crime
seems I must a been slippin, didn't the setup
bullets flying through the and my bitch got wet up
seems I had to get my pay like Holloway
down at the broadway the AK spray
as my heart stop beating all I was hoping was not to die with my open

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