Luyện nghe bài hát And the Winner Is!

...claim lives
With semi [?] from guys, ladies, babies of any size
Nah I knew it wasn't the truth, cause they ain't have for proof
They even blame you for dozens of in substance abuse
What kinda crap is that? know that crackers brought crack to a habitat
to attack the and Blacks
Never mind that fact son, and I know wrong
You was there when my mom put me out in the coldest storm
Even though you did introduce me to and Tron
And totin one, you welcomed Saigon open arms
That's all I could focus on, the I wrote this explosive song
To even the closest born (look)
Get torn (get torn) you me all along
You had me you was my friend, you NEVER loved Saigon! (Saigon)

2X: Saigon]
With like you who needs enemies?
Brought a nigga bad like the Kennedy's
You had a nigga ass up in the
With like you who needs enemies?

B]
You was my homie, my ace coon, my real roadie (roadie)
Called you my hand, the Poot to my Bodie
For sho', my true whodie, we was closer my own kin (kin)
We saw this thang and both of us would zone in (in)
They knew when they saw you, saw your boy too
Tighter than jail dap, always see your boy through
to sundown (down) winnin them fistfights
I'm lettin my gun sound, you was the main one (round)
We held the down (down) we held the wall up
Shot you'd be there so I never had to call up
out on the cut, shit, there you would be
At late night or broad day and care who would see
We was day for day in the trap (trap) and out on the
Up to the point where them haters (what) ran up behind
Turn out the time (time) that you was straight frontin (frontin)
Cause when they shot your boy up you just laid there and say nothin (nothin)

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