Luyện nghe bài hát BB da Thug

[Intro: Bizzy
To the Lord's visionares,
Dyin in the (yeah)
Rest In Peace, that's my A.K.A.
Y'all feel me

Bone]
See I was born in the womb, down my mom's walls
Now in the 90's you can 'em makin a chronic call
Definitely I need a blunt, come fill it up with bud
East double 99 for life, ain't none of fuckin with us
There I was with the Thugs, and pullin out broke-ass guns
Tryna my way, hey, I pistol-whip on shit
I'm still number one - the click
and wit a, pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb
Buckin wit a 55 chance, off in your city
to dance with these itchy-ass, hands
And Bizzy on the off-ramp just cause I'm
Shit this music got me soft, tramps my cousins buggin
But I don't give a fuck, I'm puffin onions, the and Bizzy smile
I made it and you hate it, the way the ball bounce
I keep my gun and the money and that's for my baby son
What a creation in my life, I think a thug
And I was, fuckin with the Thuggsta Lay'
Flesh workin feedin the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A
Better believe indeed, I got somethin up under my
Connected to the thieves, when it thoughtless grow some weed
It's deja vu whenever I'm you
I could smoke on forever, ain't it that I do?
I can feel it inside, I explain how I feel
Remember my neighbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal
to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle
In the 'Land on my hustle to piece on out the puzzle
Nobody knows we'll die, it still maintain through the rough
I be the first to give my life, my - BB da thug