Luyện nghe bài hát All Day

[Intro: G
Chop on the beat
G
You know I'm a street street nigga and that's 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 slow down, at life
Why I'm gon' give you mine?
'09 I was fine
Broke as fuck, shirts, on the bus
Since I been paper, shit ain't holdin' up
I never nigga, fold for what?
damn waist still 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 back of the door, got 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 whole 30 and get back in?
Keep your head up in the then
Yeah, okay, get then
Better have eyes in your back
keep the strap on your lap then
Better keep your on [?]
I'm gon' put one up in yo' chest then
Better go faster the feds then
Okay, we givin' face shots, nothin' than
On the 24, no restin'
Stand over niggas, 10 out FNs
I don't a fuck, I done lost my best friend
All money must be why I'm stressed then
Too many times I was close to death in the
I'ma keep gridin', keep checks in
Gotta kill by any
next to me
I can't accept
Pickin' up three backends every weekend, a least 60 racks a week

G Herbo]
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 wit' pistols out there all day
I been wit' my niggas out all day

[Verse 2: Blac
I gotta grind for
You know I work for mines, bro
They showed me love when I was broke, then they when I signed, bro
turn their 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 more smart
I backed away from that bullshit, then I got a little far
I'm the gangster nigga from my city
I don't wanna know 'cause it ain't my
I don't give a about her feelings
Fuck that bitch I want that bitch, I don't want dealings
I was in a drug bust my dope on the backseat
Gun on the seat wit' my ankle bracelet on my feet
I been on the all day
a nigga in the hallway
Have you ever ran in the store, pulled a stickup broad day?
Shout out 'cause she put me out
Shout out nigga ever [?] me out
Same nigga threw a at me, same nigga that ain't wit' me now
Same niggas when I to jail, they ain't make my [?]
Same bitch broke bad I did time
Same fucked my bitch when I was on the run

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