Luyện nghe bài hát 4 The Record

Woo hell yeah, let's talk to the that do the most
I'm here, back
It's boy [?]
For the record, I [?]
Ya
And that's how we do it, for the

This is for the (hey)
This is for the (hey)
yeah
This is for the (hey)
is for the record (hey)
Hell

Hey, man I'm in this wire
Stay up, I don't ever get
Heat it up, with a little more
Headed up, we can only get
Man, your girl me head, like a visor
I ain't fuck bitch, she a liar
You ain't heard that I roll with the
Give it up bruh, you wanna try us
time I hit the road, they be linin' up
All these see me on, now they signin up
Gettin' money, I'm a sole
Keep on sleepin' if you want, man, that's fine us
Back it up one time for a
Mix a little bam-bam the liquor
No, we don't got no problems over bruh
And we gon' touch a mil' the year is up

This is for the (hey)
This is for the (hey)
yeah
This is for the (hey)
This is for the (hey)
Hell

Money on my mind, for the
Runnin' the marathon, for the record
And I put on God, for the record
Somebody die, for the record
Rest in peace, nigga Eazy-E, for the
Mike & Keys, nigga on the beat, for the
We could do this all night, for the
Comin' the Westside, for the record

one for the pressure
This one for the bitches, that ain't givin' me no
one for the L, shit they only made me better
They remember every fade, and sayin' this one for the
I can't rectify the pain or the of my gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain, with a 40 and a
You know love to play, in the shadows of my brain
I can't elevate or change, if all I ever do is
Really, all I see is
"Where my at?"
Nigga, you too broke for you to know all the bitches at
Homie on parole and he smoke, so he gon' hit a Black
You let somebody use your lighter, you get it back
I'm really at... I'm in a bad place, and I ain't seein' good much
Tell me throw my fist high and I just my hood up
How you know your high, if you ain't ever looked up (uh)
Some I never understood
But I know this one for the record, I know one for the death
They'll niggas spendin' money 'fore we even see the check
Serena made it outta' Compton, she forever get
A parallel to how ya'll sit and do it for the
I say...
is for the record

You know what I'm
For the record...
It ain't nothing like fucking with [?] and you ain't got to motherfucking split it wit nobody, nigga. And that's for the record, nigga
I put muthafuckin' money in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?]
on God, nigga, for the record