Luyện nghe bài hát 30 Birdz

30 birdz, 30 birdz all I want is 30
I'm never catchin cases, I'm clockin 3rd
I got 36 ounces, thousand of scams
over 500 is life so damn
I'm for broke, I ain't no joke when I flip flop
niggaz want static, automaticly the clip
born into this life with no escape playa hates
down to stack papes, goin pyscho like Norman
amphetmenes, the dope fiends, I greens
damn niggaz 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, shit seems to me,
nigga try to take my and set em free,
now how can this be I he caught a federal case,
caught more dope in his crib than scarface,
to federalies from Detroit to Cali,
nigga tryin to catch me like silly Sally,
I dumped his 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 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 ain't but money, so I make snow
it get slow, i get paranoid
jail and hell is 2 that i can't avoied
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 to make a meal
feelin bad a had to kill, just to stay real
it out samll time, big time, and no time
is my life and my life is crime
I'm sick of seeing dope fiends and burned blocks
screams and 17 shots from hot glocks
back in the I used to roll down to crack spots
now i watch niggaz cry right before die
niggaz be snitchin, you cookin keys in your
buried a half a mill, in my backyard
all the excitment, federal indietment
now I'm on the run, with 10 and a gun
and if I get caught they only know my name
I ain't tellin no shit, cause I be to this game

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I went to ten fuckin states, dropped of ten
1996, january, the 3rd, I was in a motel with a trick
thinkin bout goin out like Maserati 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 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 slippin, didn't catch 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 from the AK
as my heart stop beating all I was hoping was not to die with my open

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