Luyện nghe bài hát 4 The Record

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

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

Hey, man I'm in this whole
up, I don't ever get tired
Heat it up, a little more fire
Headed up, we can get higher
Man, your girl give me head, a visor
I ain't fuck bitch, she a liar
You ain't heard that I with the writers
Give it up bruh, you wanna try us
Every time I hit the road, be linin' up
All these see me on, now they signin up
Gettin' money, I'm a proprietor
on sleepin' if you want, man, that's fine with us
Back it up one time for a
Mix a little with 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)
is for the record (hey)
Hell
is for the record (hey)
This is for the (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 all night, for the record
Comin' from the Westside, for the

one for the pressure
This one for the bitches, ain't givin' me no effort
This one for the L, they only made me better
remember every fade, and sayin' 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 know love to play, in the shadows of my brain
I can't elevate or change, if all I 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 parole and he can't smoke, so he gon' hit a
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 seein' much
Tell me throw my fist high and I throw my hood up
How you know your roof high, if you ever looked up (uh)
Some shit I understood
But I this one for the record, I know this one for the death
They'll have niggas 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...
This is for the

You know I'm sayin'
For the record...
It ain't nothing like fucking with [?] and you ain't got to 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 [?]
on God, nigga, for the record