Luyện nghe bài hát 90 Days

1:
it was a hot summers i was kickin it with gangsta.. fred out at hide park
rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of so you know i'm
smokin,lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin.i aint wit
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 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 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 where we make
the stang, and thats to far bet,nigga hit up fred for rims, he said
whatcha like,sold em to our nigga mayne out at mitchell heights,made tha
change 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 north memphis
em up,ridin wit these bogus tags,mayne we aint givin a fuck,map core on
ave seen tha sucka that we got,we done 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
blocked in,i hopped out tha car seen tha police and the glock in..to the
garbage can, did'nt see me but they caught a nigga wit them three bags
fred wit his steel trigga,

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