Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day

( Loc )
cause this spot's gettin hot
I can't trust the paremedics or crooked ass cops
The closest to you would do you and try to screw you
Backstab you in the back and act he never knew you
And he could be the nigga the switch
Playin all one but he really is a bitch
Now out for the twist
Here come them that was with you but they out to get rich
But you thought them niggaz would do that
Until they came back strapped with rat-tat-tat-tats
And it ends up fucked up
When the die it'll have yo brain stuck
It'll have yo brains stuck shit outta luck cause I'm bad luck
Fucked up in my days
Shit I'll bang you with and hang you with trays
A few back one of homies got rugged out
Damn shame all the brothers drugged out
One of seeds bust a over the bizis head
Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis dead
But it's a fact if you nigga bust back
Neva run throw our gun unless you rat
Hoo wooda sed that it wooda anyway
Wit mo guns niggaz for another day
cause this spots gittin hot
Damn this spots gittin hot
Shits gittin bustin threw my windo
it was my homies fucked up can't realy call it do
If it was git him
He gunna hate it it hit him
cause this spot's gettin hot
I can't trust the paramedics or them ass cops
The closest nigga to you wood do you and try to you
Backstab you in the and act like he never knew you

( hook, Butch )
day has come
How longer will I run
I wanna sum fun
out in the sun
How dirt have I done
My has just begun
I sleep my gun
My weigh a ton

( )
I gots to say damn the program dun up and
Fool I used to run with and snitched
Got one on my block straight posted
Hopin that I but I dip and ghosted
my babymama it wus drama unfoldin
I all my kids den commits to strollin
uptown on a hot ass block
Checkin some chickens gettin hot ass cock
Daily Tray-Dee'll pursuit
But deez ho's broke and look to cute
So I to the hard ways of jackin
Fast came to but the mash was crackin
I I was the one to be
summary of sum wen I let em slide up under me
But God as my
As a G I see Dee just goin out sensless
I stayed hit the yard
Pull niggaz cards
Had em to the sarge
Jail house scars tell the part you
Livin with a snitch jackin for the brake
It pay to go soft
Cause when we catch you slippin real takin off motherfuckers

( Dee, )
And how we do it
Bitch ass
Out here tellin the game
Fuckin up this realism we down out here
You know what I'm
need the cops to help em out
Hoe ass
Stand on ya own
by the gun die by the gun
Nigga be a

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