Luyện nghe bài hát 4 The Record

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I'm here, back
It's boy [?]
For the record, I [?]
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And how we do it, for the record

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

Hey, man I'm in this wire
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, like a
I ain't fuck that bitch, she a
You ain't that I roll with the writers
Give it up bruh, you wanna try us
time I hit the road, they be linin' up
All hoes see me on, now they signin up
money, I'm a sole proprietor
Keep on if you want, man, that's fine with us
Back it up one time for a
Mix a little bam-bam with the
No, we got no problems over here bruh
And we touch a mil' before the year is up

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

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

one for the pressure
This one for the bitches, that givin' me no effort
one for the L, shit they only made me better
They remember every fade, and this one for the record
I can't rectify the pain or the of my gang
Ain't no freedom for my brain, a 40 and a chain
You devils 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 use your lighter, you don't get it back
I'm really at... I'm really in a bad place, and I ain't good much
Tell me throw my fist high and I just throw my up
How you your roof high, if you ain't ever looked up (uh)
Some I never understood
But I know this one for the record, I this one for the death
They'll have niggas spendin' '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...
is for the record

You what I'm sayin'
For the record...
It nothing 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 muthafuckin' money in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?]
That's on God, nigga, for the