Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Birdz

30 birdz, 30 birdz all I want is 30
I'm never catchin cases, stead I'm 3rd
I got 36 ounces, grams of scams
over 500 is life so damn
I'm goin for broke, I ain't no joke when I flop
niggaz want static, the clip pops
born into this life no escape from playa hates
down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Bates
amphetmenes, the fiends, I stacks greens
damn niggaz to stick for my cream
my lifes turned upside down, don't around
bullets for stacks, so dead bodies is found
on a for money, shit seems funny to me,
nigga try to take my and set em free,
now how can this be I heard he a federal case,
caught more dope in his crib than scarface,
talkin to federalies from to Cali,
nigga tryin to catch me slippin like Sally,
I dumped his body in the alley, and shot em a close
wasn't loyal 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 as clean as a whistle, another 187 on my pistol
visions of my burial, got another move 20 birdz to go
life ain't nuthin but money, so I snow
it get slow, i get paranoid
jail and hell is 2 thingz that i can't
mama always saw certain 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
feelin bad a had to kill, just to stay real
it started out time, big time, and no time
crime is my life and my life is
I'm sick of seeing fiends and burned down blocks
hearin screams and 17 shots hot glocks
back in the days I used to roll down to spots
now i watch niggaz cry right before die
niggaz be snitchin, you cookin in your kitchen
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 caught they know my name
I ain't tellin no shit, 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 like Maserati Rick our the family, Y.B.I
200 key stole redbird and I, from all the shit I did growin up as a kid
now got my ass facing a lifetime 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 the window and my bitch got wet up
seems I had to get my pay Demetrius 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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