Luyện nghe bài hát Alladat

1]
I pray for my enemies, I told the lord to bless the of us
Papa threw the deuces but fuck it I never hold
My worst fear is to die
Life in the would rip the horns off a rhino
Music always been a part of us, was never hard on us
I was always worried she had to ride the MARTA bus
drinkin' young cause them Koreans never carded us
Young and black but they didn't give a and it was obvious
of a dopeboy is simply captivating
To niggas Master Splinter on the affidavit
I'm jewish with the bread, every dollar's
These niggas sideways, this get em calibrated
I'm just a asking God to shine a little light
These niggas soft and they'll probably die in a pillow
Im smoking hashish out of a pipe
I told that bitch to run the jewels, word to Mike
Promethazine and Sprite on ice I ain't feeling right
I ain't about vices, bitch I'm just livin' life
These hoes gon' let us cut just a kitchen knife
I'm on that kryptonite, I them when I flip the dykes
I eat beats and I spit the bone, a pistol's chrome
me in the old school bumpin' Vic Damone
Mister Benton home, niggas get to falling
Cash everything and nigga I want all of that!

Fuck the world, bitch I want all of
Cash nigga, give me all of that
I ain't playing, I all of that
Kicking down your door, bitch me all of that
I want all of that, give me all of that [x4]

2]
Name a nigga in my city that can with me
Besides the OG's y'all niggas is weak
On Elm Street, put these niggas to sleep
Old frog ass nigga, I dare you faggots to
Lame ass niggas can't walk in these pair of
Jump out airplanes and shoot at coupes while I
as a paratroop, old school like a pair of [?]
Rappers wear a suit cause this bully bury you
I'll y'all, niggas agitated like the cable off
Southern niggas hot sauce on the tablecloth
Think the soft, then this K about to break them all
Pussy ass niggas gettin' jealous we taking off
Imma feast, got bitch cooking quiche
grand at my nigga's grave, may he rest in peace
Kick game like a priest, I you I'm sucker free
Politic with Jews while spilling wine on a fleece
Toast to tomorrow I'm sippin' on a beach
I rhyme a beast, the nine inside the Caprice
Garbage ass your fucking lines is weak
And you can lose life if you fuck with mine,
been this way, show you how the switch blade penetrate
I fuck that look like Gabourey Sidibe
I stuff in a pillow case and hit your face
These got me feeling like I sit in space
rules everything around me
Money over bitches, told these lame ass hoes to get from me
Eastide killer I came DeKalb county
royal, you motherfuckers should crown me