Luyện nghe bài hát All Day

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

[Verse 1: G
Lookin' down the barrel of that hammer for my time
Made me down, look at life
Why I'm just give you mine?
'09 I was fine
as fuck, school shirts, on the bus
Since I been gettin' paper, shit ain't up
I break nigga, fold for what?
Every damn waist loaded up
it up
If you throwin' Bs, nigga, it up
Niggas know up
If you book me for a show, know I it up
Soon as he up through the back of the door, got them poles wit' us
And I'm froze as
pick up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, that's a
Pull another 100 racks out the bank, put it in
Be if you lackin'
How 'bout blow the 30 shots and get back in?
your head up in the rack then
Yeah, okay, get then
Better eyes in your back then
Better keep the on your lap then
Better keep your 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
Stand over niggas, 10 out FNs
I give a fuck, I done lost my best friend
All money must be why I'm stressed then
Too many I was close to death in the streets
I'ma keep gridin', keep checks in
Gotta by any means
Enemy to me
I can't accept
Pickin' up three backends every weekend, that's a least 60 a week

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

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

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