Luyện nghe bài hát Addicted to Danger

Yo up man?
Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla shit
Word, broads still with me man, comin' to grapevine right now
Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off phone

Damn, how'd I get into this
Roll in a car with the trunk worth grand
I came up from the curb,
First thing it rocks, now my ride's packing birds

I gotta freak in the front
She got crazy game, might even have than me
And thats why I don't trust, I no busta
One move and I'll dust her

But she that, keeps a gat
Works plastic, always stays on phat
She said she me
Looks deep in my eyes, cries, all lies

She only loves my cash flow, long
The false of a pimp and a hoe
But me and her job to do
Get this luggage to the crew

She got scanner, I hadta to the pigs talk
And if they speakin us then its jumping off
But I ain't them at all
2 cops'll up and 2 cops'll fall

The on the highway, I'm makin' my mind drift away
To my last jail
5 for a 459
I'm never back, no matter what the crime

Surrendering me
Fuck that, I'm holding court in the G
For a nigga like me there ain't no
My life filled with drug and shoot outs

Pure ghetto anger, ghetto anger
Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to
Some I crash clubs
Rollin' with the posse made of well thugs

out with the freaks
Trucking much jewels, for beef
Thens some niggaz up
for a way to pump the reps up

But I the one
I'm handin' out downs, no need for guns
Sometimes I ask myself
Is all buck whylin' good for a niggaz health?

I don't why
Am I suicidal, do I die?
The answerin',
A headache in my temple

It says it fair, it says it ain't right
It says going down tonight
We finally made it to the drop
and Weston Ave, Snoody Fox

The posse was there, but it ain't
Fuckin' lights
Its all going down road blocks
I never seen many cops

It was a setup, my damn crew's gettin' wet up
Big time, some motherfucker a dime
But in the flurry of gun shots
My adrenaline was hot

I crash on the floor of the ride
Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they ass
Hit Vernor 90
Looked in the view, no one behind me

I got on the
Called up the homies to see what wrong
But no to sweat that
I still gotta fulla shit, I was on phat

I just need a place to hide
Dumped the benzo, slammed the G
Me and a hit a motel crash spot
The was hot

Rubbed me down, she adored me
Said the gunfire her horny
The she me back on the bed
Licked me to toe, toe to head

Then I closed my real slowly is this love?
No not me, then I a pain in my chest
The smell of gun powder and burnt
I looked in her face, opened my
And then her badge out