Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy On Death Row

[Intro: Dave
I welcome to greatness
You now witnessing a
nigga shit

[Verse 1: East]
Uh, seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in with negative vibes
in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I glance
Thing in my pants, never ever came for
Finger fuckin' til my palm hurt, I came with the

2: The Game]
I came a Glock, bullets run out, niggas getting socked off top
We selling dope, like we was from the rock
Off pot, hanging out the Cutlass letting off
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you I'm not

[Verse 3: East]
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your at IHOP
Your baby mother love cyclops, my one-eyed monster
Interrogations keep back, shit feel like karma
They add grams, now I with Benz, ain't talking contra

[Verse 4: The
Verse-y, Lord mercy on a nigga ridin' in the Mercy
With some Hershey and she from
The brain Bosley, nigga fuckin' no Bill
Samsung, champagne spillin' on it me
in Tom Ford, hard bottoms in the lobby

[Verse 5: East]
I the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best scallops
Shit, I knew we was the best I met Khaled
Chasin' lettuce out here lookin' for the salad
I'm from the East Side of Harlem, we never valance
Checks pilin', black shades wave the Tech
Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the next

[Verse 6: The
My neck stylin', 5 on the angel wings
Aventador, Gold Daytons, its a thing
Don't me switch ribs, hop in the ghost like it's Halloween
Run up on a con spittin' like I am out of Queens
Walk up on a nigga, broad day, take him out of
him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring
Me and Dave, and Jada, heroin and gasoline
RIP to Yams, we in Harlem cookin' collard greens
I start trippin', it's like Future he out of lean
And I don't do but this hammer hangin' out my jeans
And what you rappers gon' do when you run out of
You can run on Instagram, but can't the beam, nigga

[Verse 7: Dave
Dope in Michigan, Lions stamp
I run it like Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansky
Hoodlum, my out in Brooklyn
We play steps like Crooklyn, follow the lord, 'em
A bookies, bettin' on Golden State
Fiends 8 balls as I watched his face go in that plate

8: The Game]
What he up? Cuttin' wire taps, you ain't recording us
Fresh pair of J's, and stilla fuck Jordan up
Go to jail, CO's and tell the warden, "What?"
My niggas at crib, but your daughter underwater stuck
Mastros, up, Audemar, quarter tuck
Baltimore with the packed fat as Lady Luck
East!

[Verse 9: East]
Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Parker
bags to the ceiling, it ain't no need for talkin'
Keep opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashing like The walkin'
Knockin' Lenny in the 550, ride by slow
Couple my bitches slide down

[Verse 10: The
Ace of Diamonds, King of Diamonds stadium now we at Onyx
I see in my future, called that like he designer
Nigga called himself a thug, but we that he vagina
The rap Jamal Lyon, pour heat, they cryin'
I'll crush your Empire, eat your girl cookie
You only with the hooks, Hakeem, you fuckin' rookie

[Verse 11: East]
Understand that ain't nothing you ever see in your fucking life
at the club from my block you let me tuck the pipe
You a problems with your spouse, cuz you ain't fucking right
I'm probably somewhere shopping for a house to keep my right
Ave to Rosecrans, First to Cedar Block
Fiends was up so I was the first to see the block

[Outro: The
East meets my nigga
They say Compton is just like Harlem, I that's right
Soon as I in JFK man, had a fucking
Had a fucker' Uber take me to mid-town man
up my fuckin' Lambo
Then I am heading to 145 in Lenox
Thats where I play, Game
the Lambo in that Amy Ruth's, they know me in there
Gimme corner table in the back
Let me get that fried
That cornbread come out first,
Real shit, Compton