Luyện nghe bài hát Any Meanz

(check it out)
In the house (geah)
For the
Mr tony in the house regulate y'know I'm sayin'
Half ounce in the house

Deadly decisions is what I'm
Be's the problem solver when my revolver singin'
A line between life and death you're stuck
When my mind corrupt so I'm mentally fucked
I be bringin' the pain meth
Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs
Hollow points to spit
Regulate block no bullshit
a u-turn the tyres burn rubber g
Retaliation of the robberies me
No
Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the path
Chest
Buckshots touch yo' whole
N 2 deep no when we ride claim that west gang
Always the side of
Gang of arms out the windows is if we
Homicides: points chalked up for the
Y'all it's compton 4 life, ain't no killin' me

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For we've been accustomed to serves the fiends
On the streets keeps the stuffed away in jeans
Bitches and niggas do things
buck for the paper by any meanz...

I needs cheese no you better know it
If a contest to be the greediest i'ma show it
all for the scrilla
Divine, cristal, no wine, top
Seven digits is the
let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me
You know who got it,
No sacks premium
Bitches beg mr. you just don't quit!
flows to make fat flips since '86
Where the cash connects western union mix
Hoes got the up straight back and no stoppin'
And watch out for the
they just might got the word
Who runs to west side got the bitches on
Check it, for and 50's they gettin' naked
Y'all knows the deal it's nines I tote
On a mission, premonition, money flips to

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One time got me on a foot
Yell freeze in the air as start to shoot (get up!)
Money that I loot begins the chase
Plea's no contest when I'm with a case
Judge put my bail at a
Free as a bird, lawyer to fight appeal
got the co - nnections which direction
Fly birds straight through your
Reflections of the way used to be
Where me amigos lots of love on the kilos
the g way
Five hun' floats on the
In the got a street name blowin' the chronic
Too to get with the west ebonics
No gin and tonic, situations
Bullets spittin' too fast my fingers bionic

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