Luyện nghe bài hát 90059

Took my on this road, you too
I took my on this road, way through
I take your mind on road, you do
I my mind on this road, way through

I don't why niggas keep fucking with me
streets make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my
both ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my

The from the smoke could smell so ferocious
Winos in the alley, nearly over
in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers
Wake up sober, kill you for a one
nosed rascals, big ratchet toters
Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's
Something like Velcro, attached to corners
Hood rats plotting, riding for the cheese
All for the Gram, and a new weave
All they gotta spend expands, and loose knees
Niggas taking chances, with two P's
No one's a simp, weak or they do bleed
Candle light vigils, closure if do leave
Bullets have a name defined by calibers
jungle, beware of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for bags and catheters
Play your cards or be scratching off them calendars

I don't know why niggas fucking with me
These make it so hard to breathe
Highs and my
Look ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my

waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking
Murder merging, up and down virgins
Guess you play street versions of a surgeon
Keep beat bursting, closing all your curtains
When shit don't go right, gotta your purpose
Denim with them serpents coming back to
EBT, zero balance,
You either leave in limousines or hearses
Too much bad blood, problem emerges
You started the problem you motherfucking it
Politicking, a lot of liquor, be the answer
They Marlboro, to trick them, they be the cancer
Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga
your name Liu Kang, that be the mantra
Stop, look, listen, that's the words to by
Know you gotta stake your claim, a rib-eye
90059, nigga, why

I don't why niggas keep fucking with me
These streets make it so hard to
and my lows
Look both ways, where I'm to go
Ah, shit, get out my

A force from the rap game my nigga, this a circus
There's no Ringling Brothers, no and Bailey
ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately
Bitch niggas get they hat to them, you don't communicate
Well hands and the gat to you, what's the convo?
Don't fast, you end up getting a combo
Think situations is calm, then bomb though
Sleeping in the bando, it's either or jail
Something you never planned for, about Lambos
Wake up shivering, next to a lamppost
up out the motherfuckin' crockpot it's Watts
One stops leave you with dope, is not boxed
No rats, re-rock got them all losing weight
Got all teeth shot but got a sweet spot
Gotta up Dr. Dre just for the Detox
All of this in one zip code, the streets hot

I don't know why niggas keep with me
These streets make it so to breathe
Highs and my
both ways, where I'm supposed to go
Ah, shit, get out my