Luyện nghe bài hát All For The Love

What's the yo?
I gotta the juice outta the headphones

Yeah (I that)
the juice outta the headphones
Yo, yo yo

When you think of me you of a problem
Who? What? When? and how you solve em
or revolving
The K I S and, Here's the lesson
Most beams is infrared, but mine's is
No matter where you go, spot you
No matter how many people you put me in front of, I'ma you
And if you try to be the top, I'ma drop you
I got to, you like the clutch, and pop you
Creep threw, in the 4-20 your honey
'Cause you ain't nothin' but a playboy that turned
And the the thing left to discuss is more money
In these ? these chickens, try to run me
know y'all can't touch us, I flow lushes
It's so real I her hop out, and get the dutches
I'm sittin on a birds, and I hide from the cameras (why?)
'Cause a picture's, worth a thousand
Ain't y'all heard? get what y'all deserved
y'all do the catering, we just get served
And you got nerve, for P-Hing
Jason, do you have any who you facing?
Just something about my shit, you'll figure out
It's hot it's my mouth, that's why I spit it out
It be, real hard for y'all to listen
And sad, niggas is to broke to pay attention

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Chilling, on about half a million
And all my niggas, all my guns, all my
Next two years I should see about a
All for the of drug dealing

Hey yo, niggas know the line of work, Bullet proof designer
Rolling with a China Doll, She'll be reminding
Don of the underworld, every block it of course
and L-O-X boss
A pro cause I grow off the that I absorb
You another so and so, trying to flow, going broke
You trying to buy property, set it up for growing
making a movie, so I came to edit
Wiping everybody out, right the credits
I'm a hard guy to get with, get on a song with
When be going right, I flip into the wrong shit
The artist, expect me to rhyme hardest
Slash con artist, get mine regardless
I ain't even big and I size up
'Cause they eyes give em up, at em and see they butt
I'm 22 with 10 so there that go
You that flow, and drove the underground wacko
Every 12 I've been spitting like tobacco
though, Pop the tape CD and the wax though
They wonder how, but the about ours
We up 24 hours
don't sleep with eat so when they speak it mean power
So you keep quiet, you a coward
About to be out flat, and pushing up flowers