Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Birdz

30 birdz, 30 all I want is 30 birdz
I'm catchin cases, stead I'm clockin 3rd
I got 36 ounces, grams of scams
anything over 500 is so damn
I'm goin for broke, I no joke when I flip flop
niggaz want static, automaticly the clip
born into this life with no from playa hates
down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman
amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I greens
niggaz tryin to stick for my cream
my lifes upside down, don't fuck around
bustin bullets for stacks, so dead is found
on a mission for money, seems funny to me,
try to take my birdz and set em free,
now how can this be I heard he caught a case,
caught with more dope in his crib scarface,
talkin to federalies Detroit to Cali,
nigga tryin to catch me like 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 birdz flew 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
ain't nuthin but money, so I make snow
sometime it get slow, i get
jail and hell is 2 thingz that i can't
mama always saw shit I couldn't see
its for me to see gone 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 started out time, big time, and no time
crime is my life and my is crime
I'm sick of seeing dope fiends and burned blocks
hearin screams and 17 shots from hot
back in the days I used to down to crack spots
now i watch cry right before they die
niggaz be snitchin, you cookin keys in your
buried a half a mill, in my steel
trought all the excitment, federal
now I'm on the run, with 10 and a gun
and even if I get they only know my name
I tellin no shit, cause I be loyal to this game

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I to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten birdz
1996, january, the 3rd, I was in a Detroit motel with a
thinkin goin out like Maserati Rick our the Chambers family, Y.B.I
200 key stole like 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, 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
seems I had to get my pay Demetrius Holloway
down at the broadway from the AK
as my heart stop beating all I was hoping was not to die with my eyes

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