Luyện nghe bài hát Another Day

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

( hook, butch )
day has come
How much will I run
I wanna sum fun
out in the sun
How much dirt I done
My life has begun
I with my gun
My weigh a ton

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I gots to say the program dun up and switched
Fool I used to run with and snitched
Got one time on my block posted
Hopin that I slip but I dip and
Told my it wus drama unfoldin
I kissed all my kids den to strollin
Wound uptown on a hot ass
with some chickens gettin hot ass cock
Daily loose pursuit
But deez ho's broke and don't to cute
So I parlay to the hard of jackin
came to cash but the mash was crackin
I I was the one to be
Kickin of sum wen I let em slide up under me
But God as my
As a g I couldn't see dee goin out sensless
I stayed hit the yard
Pull hole cards
Had em runnin to the
Jail scars tell the part you played
Livin with a jackin destined for the brake
It don't pay to go
Cause we catch you slippin real niggas takin off motherfuckers

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

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