Luyện nghe bài hát 4 The Record

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

is for the record (hey)
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is for the record (hey)
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Hey, man I'm in whole wire
Stay up, I ever get tired
Heat it up, with a more fire
Headed up, we can get higher
Man, your give me head, like a visor
I ain't fuck that bitch, she a
You ain't heard that I roll the writers
Give it up bruh, you don't try us
Every time I hit the road, be linin' up
All these hoes see me on, now they up
Gettin' money, I'm a sole
on sleepin' 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 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, Eazy-E, for the record
Mike & Keys, nigga on the beat, for the
We could do this all night, for the
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 for my brain, with a 40 and a chain
You know devils love to play, in the 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
on parole 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 in a bad place, and I ain't seein' good 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)
shit I never understood
But I know this one for the record, I know this one for the
They'll have niggas spendin' money 'fore we see the check
Serena made it Compton, she forever get respect
A parallel to how sit and do it for the 'net
I say...
This is for the

You know what I'm
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' money in my and I know, shit, I [?]
That's on God, nigga, for the