Luyện nghe bài hát All Day

[Intro: G
Young Chop on the
G
You know I'm a nigga--real street nigga and that's common sense
Everybody know you to get money, stay out the way

[Verse 1: G
down the barrel of that hammer for my last time
Made me slow down, look at
Why I'm just gon' you mine?
'09 I was fine
as fuck, school shirts, on the bus
Since I been gettin' paper, shit holdin' up
I break nigga, fold for what?
Every waist still loaded up
it up
If you Bs, nigga, hold it up
Niggas what up
If you book me for a show, know I it up
Soon as he pull up the back of the door, got them poles wit' us
And I'm froze as
Only up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, a backend
Pull 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be safe if you
How 'bout blow the whole 30 and get back in?
Keep head up in the rack then
Yeah, okay, get whacked
Better have eyes in back then
Better the strap on your lap then
keep your homies on [?]
I'm just gon' put one up in yo' then
Better go faster than the then
Okay, we givin' face shots, less than
On the block 24, no
over niggas, drop 10 out FNs
I don't give a fuck, I done lost my best
All this money be why I'm stressed then
Too times I was close to death in the streets
keep gridin', keep gettin' checks in
Gotta kill by any
Enemy to me
I can't accept
Pickin' up three backends weekend, that's a least 60 racks a week

[Chorus: G
Alleys, corners,
orders all day
Posted wit' them pistols out all day
I been wit' my niggas out all day
Alleys, corners,
orders all day
Posted them pistols out there all day
I wit' my niggas out there all day

[Verse 2: Blac
Everything I grind for
You I work hard for mines, bro
showed me love when I was broke, then they changed when I signed, bro
Everybody turn back on me
to God, that's a fact homie
At them niggas they was black wit' me, then they went a little black on me
They got a little more
I got a little more
I backed from that bullshit, then I got a little more far
I'm the most gangster nigga my city
I don't know 'cause it ain't my business
I don't give a fuck about her
Fuck that bitch I don't that bitch, I don't want dealings
I was in a drug bust wit' my on the backseat
Gun on the front seat wit' my bracelet on my feet
I been on the all day
Shot a nigga in the
Have you ever ran in the store, pulled a stickup broad day?
out grandma 'cause she put me out
Shout out nigga ever [?] me out
Same nigga a cross at me, same nigga that ain't wit' me now
niggas when I went to jail, they ain't make my [?]
Same bitch broke bad when I did
nigga fucked my bitch when I was on the run

[Chorus: G
Alleys, corners,
Placin' all day
Posted wit' them pistols out all day
I wit' my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners,
Placin' all day
Posted wit' pistols out there all day
I been wit' my out there all day