Luyện nghe bài hát 90 Days

1:
it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta.. fred out at hide
rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of so you know i'm
smokin,lotta niggaz out clean 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 a hundred spokin,sippin on his
liquor wit that blowface on that cokin,bullets will burn just like lava
that is molten,you will learn to resist'll get ya croakin.always kept a
and bandana never knowin,when i have ta git my mayne,pull em out and poke
em,all up in ya ya drops it off,'cause i have spoken, i know that your
sick,but lets not git ya mopein,snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg
hissin,he down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin.

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

2:

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

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