Luyện nghe bài hát 90 Days

1:
it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta.. fred out at park
chasin paper.known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm
smokin,lotta niggaz out here so you know i'm scopin.i aint wit that
shit, or wit being broken,waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah thats what
i was hopin.spotted me a nigga,candy paint a spokin,sippin on his
liquor wit that blowface on that cokin,bullets they burn just like lava
that is molten,you victims will learn to get ya croakin.always kept a
thang and bandana never knowin,when i ta git my mayne,pull em out and poke
em,all up in ya grill ya drops it off,'cause i have spoken, i know your
sick,but lets not git ya momma mopein,snatched him out tha car hit tha gas
it's hissin,he down on down, but out his head a patch was missin.

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90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)3 and a firearm(that aint
shit)bogus and a bench warrant(that aint shit)police all at my mommas
home(that shit)

2:

left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects,east memphis where we
the stang, and thats to far bet,nigga hit up for some rims, he said
like,sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at mitchell heights,made tha
quicky then we went and bought a pound pound,straight ta gangstaz house
with no remorse we broke it down down,20 dollar bags all in memphis serve
em up,ridin wit these bogus tags,mayne we aint a fuck,map core on chelsea
ave seen tha sucka that we got,we done sold a bag to his patna now he
hot,raisin up a pistol dawg and started blastin, i returned tha favor,
you know me no questions askin,donuts in tha lot tha niggaz off we got
blocked in,i hopped out tha car seen tha police and the glock in..to the
garbage can, they did'nt see me but they a nigga wit them three bags
gangsta wit his steel trigga,

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