Luyện nghe bài hát Back To Life

Oh shit, my nigga
(What up my nigga)
Maino,Whats up my nigga, aw,
You've been gone 10 years nigga, up man
(Yeah, man, you what it is)
Yo nigga We on nigga Lets get this money, man up man lets get this money
Yo check man, yo for real, let me you

What up my
I'm happy that you
I missed you, let me tell you been going on
Since you've been gone a lot of changed
We came up getting real off of 'Cain
Enough shit, whole team off of drug shit
You like a brother to me, you ain't got to shit
Ah, shit, I every word you say FAM,
but listen to me though I got a bigger better
man we can get up in this rap shit
You jokin' right, go 'head with that shit
Relax kid, we gotta use
We can get rich, we ain't even got to shit.
I'm though, but you ain't no rapper, yo (I'm not)
Exactly but none of that though
Cause I can them, with a little flashy flow
Look, kid, I'm after dough (I know)
We have to blow, you know why? Cause we give them real shit
nigga, Old Nigga, Bet you they goin' feel this
Think it we already going hard
We start a movement and name it Hustle Hard

So what you do
you wanna do
I gotta car a trunk full of money and its all for you
Man, I'm to life
You welcome nigga you deserve to be right (Repeat)

2:

(phone rings)

Maino, up?
Who's
Who you think it is, Got to be yo bitch
ok
You now whats up with tonight (Umm)
Nigga you gon give it to me first
I need that
That 10-year
Imma freak you, might bring another (Wow)
Look, nigga, pussy, you can that
Imma give you everything to my ass crack
its like that
Its that
I like
You like
You a baby, Imma treat you like that
Yeah, I hear you talking you on the right track
After I see my P.O. hit you right back

So you wanna do?
What you do?
Got some ass head and a soft bed all for you
Man Im back to
Welcome Home you deserve to be right (Repeat)

3:

Have a seat, and no standing in the
Glad to meet you, Im parole officer
Says here youve had mishappenins
Jermaine Coleman, related kidnapping
Now captain, the rules is easy
week you gotta come here and see me
Get a job, cant one, see me
test, heres a cup for you to pee pee
Im not a friend; I aint to get to know you
And since you to hang, heres a 9 o clock curfew
Trust me, Parole is for
Act up and Imma put your ass in jail
I the drill I wasted half of my life
So what you gonna do to bring a change in your
Imma get it from doing bigger things
Got my mind right, on to million dreams