Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy On Death Row

[Intro: East]
I ya'll to greatness
You now a legend
Real shit

[Verse 1: East]
Uh, I've seen it all from a living room
get in tune with negative vibes
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain when I
Thing in my pants, never came for romance
Finger fuckin' til my hurt, I came with the plan

[Verse 2: The
I with a Glock, bullets run out, niggas getting socked off top
We were selling dope, we was from the rock
Off pot, out the Cutlass letting off shots
Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not

[Verse 3: East]
Donald Trump ain't on my block, gotcha your wifey at IHOP
Your baby mother love that cyclops, my monster
Interrogations keep comin' back, shit feel like
They add grams, now I moving with Benz, ain't contra

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

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

6: The Game]
My neck stylin', 5 karats on the wings
Aventador, Daytons, its a Compton thing
Don't make me switch ribs, hop in the ghost like Halloween
Run up on a con spittin' ether like I am out of
Walk up on a nigga, day, take him out of things
him like Barkley, make him play the block without a ring
Me and Dave, Styles and Jada, heroin and
RIP to Yams, when we in 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 outrun the beam, nigga

[Verse 7: East]
in Michigan, Detroit Lions stamp
I run it like Barry Sanders, the Meyer Lansky
Hoodlum, my out in Brooklyn
We steps like Crooklyn, follow the lord, took 'em
A hundred bookies, bettin' on State
Fiends sniffin' 8 balls as I watched his face go in plate

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

9: Dave East]
Sour got me up in buildings like I'm Peter
Trash bags to the ceiling, it ain't no need for
Keep your opinions, I'm finished, you gon' need a coffin
Out in my city, cameras flashing like The Beatles
Knockin' Kravitz in the 550, ride by slow
Couple my bitches slide poles

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

11: Dave East]
Understand that ain't like nothing you ever see in fucking life
Bouncer at the club my block you let me tuck the pipe
You having a problems with your spouse, cuz you fucking right
I'm probably somewhere shopping for a to keep my comfort right
Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, to Cedar Block
Fiends was up early so I was the to see the block

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