Luyện nghe bài hát Any Meanz

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

Deadly decisions is what I'm
Be's the problem solver my revolver starts singin'
A thin between life and death you're stuck
When my mind turns so I'm mentally fucked
I be bringin' the pain meth
Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing insane
Hollow start to spit
Regulate your no bullshit
Bust a u-turn the tyres burn g
Retaliation of the after me
No
Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the west
Chest
touch yo' whole side
N 2 deep no sleep when we claim that west gang
Always the side of
of arms out the windows is if we responds
Homicides: points up for the victory
know 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 works stuffed away in
Bitches and do damnest things
Buck for the paper by any meanz...

I needs no bullshit you better know it
If it's a contest to be the greediest show it
all for the scrilla
Divine, cristal, no wine, top
digits is the destiny
Don't let the feds, the clock-heads get the of me
You who got it, heavyweight
No sacks shit
Bitches beg mr. tony: you just quit!
flows to make fat flips since '86
Where the connects western union through mix
Hoes got the up straight back and no stoppin'
And watch out for the
Cause they just got the word
Who to west side got the bitches on deck
Check it, for 20's and 50's they gettin'
Y'all the deal it's complication nines I tote
On a mission, premonition, money flips to

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One time got me on a foot
freeze in the air as they start to shoot (get up!)
Money I loot thus begins the chase
Plea's no contest when I'm with a case
Judge put my at a mill
Free as a bird, tryin' to fight appeal
Still got the co - nnections direction
Fly birds straight your intersection
Reflections of the way life to be
Where me amigos gave of love on the kilos
the g way
Five floats on the freeway
In the d-game got a street blowin' the chronic
Too to get with the west ebonics
No gin and tonic, ironic
Bullets spittin' too fast my fingers bionic

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