Luyện nghe bài hát Bad Boy On Death Row

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

[Verse 1: Dave
Uh, seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in tune with negative
Look in my eyes, 27 years of pain I glance
Thing in my pants, never came for romance
Finger fuckin' til my palm hurt, I came the plan

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

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

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

5: Dave East]
I missed the Met Gala, eatin' linguine with the best
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 stress
Checks pilin', black wave the Tech smilin'
Nautica trunks, a hundred blunts on the island

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

7: Dave East]
Dope in Michigan, Detroit Lions
I run it Barry Sanders, the Spanish Meyer Lansky
Hoodlum, my out in Brooklyn
We play like Crooklyn, follow the lord, took 'em
A bookies, bettin' on Golden State
Fiends sniffin' 8 balls as I his face go in that plate

[Verse 8: The
What he snorting up? Cuttin' wire taps, you recording 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 with the packed fat as Lady Luck
East!

[Verse 9: Dave
Sour got me up in buildings I'm Peter Parker
Trash bags to the ceiling, it no need for talkin'
Keep your opinions, when I'm finished, you gon' need a
Out in my city, cameras flashing The Beatles walkin'
Knockin' Lenny in the 550, ride by slow
Couple my bitches down poles

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

[Verse 11: East]
Understand that ain't like nothing you ever see in your fucking
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 comfort
Lennox Ave to Rosecrans, First to Block
Fiends was up so I was the first to see the block

The Game]
East meets West my
They say Compton is 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, they know me in
Gimme that corner table in the
Let me get fried chicken
That come out first, smokin'
nigga shit, Compton