Luyện nghe bài hát Angelic Wars

No ego trippin', just old
All up when I'm feelin'
'Cause pain up on my soul seems to be all I
Watchin' my family fall apart was all I wanted to see

I got love for one another
I'd for my only brother
Even though he might be
At times, I'm do what I got to do

To come through every moment
brought us closer which kept us down
Remember days
When Atlanta wasn't even 'round

So out the to wet it
And say actin' brains, relaxin'
And stackin' and pistol packin'
And is tired, and set it off

I don't be sittin' in a trap lil' peewees
Tell Mike, "Damn I'm 'bout to up my re-up money"
See, I used to wear my shoes I couldn't no more
Now I hit the store, when the get tore

I wear Calhoun jeans 'cause I don't like
I relate to my
To you think this 'bout my third album
This supposed to be the
When the moon and the sky turn
So watch this full

Black wire red
Red wire touch
Me and Big Slate got this wit some gator backs
And I'm thinkin' how much I make

He get the rims, I get the system and we leave him the
Ya know what I'm
Who gives a damn about catchin' a
It's been a since I seen my boys

One time for my patnas who got out
on the grind, did that time, got that hide-away, okay
(That's right)
I got to say
Two times for the who just got away

It done got so quiet now, I can hear a rat
On cotton, one spoiled the whole
Barrel
What it mean you see the sun and the moon shinin'

At the same
This way, you dug your own grave
The path was laid
But you chose to go

Ay, out the war
Wakin' up in a cold
Through the same ol'
from the inside, look a pit

You lie, never killed
Let's it to the ol' school, no you can't
Hands shakin' like a dog shittin' hooks
Don't

Can't help the look
It with the face
I used to steal from my
But now I'm

Went the neighborhood rat's pockets books, ooh
You missin' of value
We you, got you
Jumpin', bitch, you gets nothin'

Nobody the trouble I done seen
My homeboy MD write me from the
24-7, hell or heaven, it no tellin'
Will it be mo' for the two time felon
They gave him 10, do 3, seven probation
Lord lead us not, unto no

Yall how it be
You make a move, lay yourself on the street
understand me
They don't care 'bout you

In that cold
Can't do nuttin' but what them folk give me
I'm serious
Them givin' away time
Just to show us the good Lord keep the sunshine

One time for them who got out today
And my folks on
Raw westward Olympian Way
Uh, huh and I got to say
Two for the crook who just got away

Uh, huh, that
Uh, huh, believe