Luyện nghe bài hát All Day

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

1: G Herbo]
Lookin' down the barrel of that hammer for my last
Made me down, look at life
Why I'm just gon' give you
'09 I was doin'
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
know what up
If you book me for a show, know I it up
Soon as he pull up through the of the door, got them poles wit' us
And I'm froze as
pick up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, a backend
Pull 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be if you lackin'
How 'bout the whole 30 shots and get back in?
Keep your head up in the then
Yeah, okay, get then
Better eyes in your back then
Better keep the on your lap then
keep your homies on [?]
I'm gon' put one up in yo' chest then
Better go faster than the then
Okay, we givin' face shots, less than
On the 24, no restin'
Stand over niggas, 10 out FNs
I don't give a fuck, I done my best friend
All this money must be why I'm stressed
Too many times I was to death in the streets
I'ma keep gridin', keep checks in
kill by any means
Enemy to me
I can't defeat
Pickin' up backends every weekend, that's a least 60 racks a week

[Chorus: G
Alleys, corners,
Placin' all day
Posted wit' pistols 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

2: Blac Youngsta]
Everything I gotta 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
Swear to God, a fact 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 away from that bullshit, then I got a more far
I'm the most nigga from my city
I don't wanna know 'cause it my business
I don't a fuck about her feelings
Fuck that bitch I don't 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 ankle bracelet on my
I been on the all day
Shot a in the hallway
Have you ever ran in the corner store, a stickup broad day?
out grandma 'cause she put me out
Shout out every ever [?] me out
Same nigga a cross at me, same nigga that ain't wit' me now
Same when I went to jail, they ain't make my [?]
Same broke bad when I did time
Same nigga my bitch when I was on the run

G Herbo]
Alleys, corners,
Placin' all day
Posted wit' pistols out there all day
I wit' my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners,
Placin' all day
Posted wit' pistols out there all day
I been my niggas out there all day