Luyện nghe bài hát 4 The Record

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I'm here, again
your boy [?]
For the record, I [?]
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And that's how we do it, for the

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

Hey, man I'm in this whole
Stay up, I don't ever get
Heat it up, with a little fire
up, we can only get higher
Man, your girl give me head, a visor
I fuck that bitch, she a liar
You heard that I roll with the writers
Give it up bruh, you don't try us
Every time I hit the road, be linin' up
All hoes 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 here
And we gon' touch a before the year is up

is for the record (hey)
This is for the (hey)
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This is for the (hey)
is for the record (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 do this all night, for the record
from the Westside, for the record

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

You what I'm sayin'
For the record...
It ain't like fucking with [?] and you ain't got to motherfucking split it wit nobody, nigga. And that's really for the record, nigga
I put that muthafuckin' in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?]
on God, nigga, for the record