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 clean so you know i'm scopin.i wit that
scuffin shit, or wit being broken,waitin for a sucka to stick, 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 will burn just lava
that is molten,you victims will learn to resist'll get ya croakin.always a
and bandana never knowin,when i have ta git my mayne,pull em out and poke
em,all up in ya grill ya drops it off,'cause i have spoken, i that your
sick,but not git ya momma mopein,snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg
it's hissin,he down came on down, but out his head a was missin.

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

2:

left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects,east memphis we make
the stang, and to far bet,nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said
whatcha like,sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at heights,made tha
quicky then we went and bought a pound pound,straight ta gangstaz house
with no remorse we broke it down,20 dollar bags all in north memphis serve
em up,ridin wit these bogus tags,mayne we aint givin a fuck,map core on
ave seen tha that we got,we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin
hot,raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin, i tha favor,
you know me no questions askin,donuts in tha lot tha pulled off we got
blocked in,i 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
fred wit his steel trigga,

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