Luyện nghe bài hát 4 The Record

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

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

Hey, man I'm in this wire
Stay up, I don't get tired
Heat it up, with a little fire
Headed up, we can get higher
Man, your girl give me head, like a
I ain't that bitch, she a liar
You ain't heard I roll with the writers
Give it up bruh, you wanna try us
Every I hit the road, they be linin' up
All these hoes see me on, now signin up
money, I'm a sole proprietor
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 here bruh
And we gon' a mil' before 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)
yeah

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 do this all night, for the record
from the Westside, for the record

This one for the
This one for the bitches, ain't givin' me no effort
one for the L, shit they only made me better
They remember every fade, and sayin' one for the record
I can't rectify the pain or the story of my
Ain't no for my brain, with a 40 and a chain
You know devils 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 good much
Tell me throw my fist high and I just my hood up
How you know your high, if you ain't ever looked up (uh)
Some shit I understood
But I know this one for the record, I 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 sit and do it for the 'net
I say...
This is for the

You know 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 that muthafuckin' in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?]
That's on God, nigga, for the