Luyện nghe bài hát 4 The Record

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

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

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

This is for the (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 that on God, for the
might 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' from the Westside, for the

This one for the
This one for the bitches, ain't givin' me no effort
This one for the L, shit they only made me
They remember fade, and sayin' this one for the record
I can't rectify the pain or the story of my
no freedom for my brain, with a 40 and a chain
You know love to play, in the shadows of my brain
I can't or change, if all I ever do is hang
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 use your lighter, you don't get it back
I'm really at... I'm really in a bad place, and I seein' good much
Tell me throw my fist high and I just throw my up
How you know your high, if you ain't ever looked up (uh)
Some shit I understood
But I know one for the record, I know this one for the death
They'll have niggas spendin' money 'fore we even see the
made it outta' Compton, she forever get respect
A parallel to how sit and do it for the 'net
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 really for the record, nigga
I put that money in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?]
That's on God, nigga, for the