Luyện nghe bài hát Be More Careful

The more I at her, the more I look it here
The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more
It's ugly out here

These out here talkin', these bitches ain't no good
I'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go
I'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, up in my hood
I'm ridin' 'round that big thang cause niggas ain't no good

got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be careful
I've got to be, got to be, got to be more
I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be careful

Scarface, who can I trust?
Bonfire, this us
I'm outchea, I have it
Paper chasin', I gotta it
Money talks, I talk about it
Take the loss, be a about it
me slippin', I really doubt it
I leave my house without it
My masterpiece, bad it
Jealous nigga, old shit
Laugh about, cop whips
And hard, get more chips
I got to be more careful, these niggas out feds
I got to be careful, go read what he said
It changed out here and all my niggas are gone
Somehow, somewhere, all the shit that wrong
I thought that it'd get to this
All these niggas, all in
If too hot to handle it
Then on out and I'm catchin' in

These niggas out here talkin', these bitches no good
I'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go
I'm 'round in my big thang, still up in my hood
I'm ridin' 'round with big thang cause niggas ain't no good

got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be careful
got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
I've got to be, got to be, to be more careful

slip outchea, Deba
Got to be careful
Never leave the crib, never leave my
Without my street instrument, my
Blat! This what I put
Polite on the sucker, his face in his lap
I get it play the game of death, they don't play
Gotta pack up 30 dig and always prepared
I got some Girl Scout cookies and some
A badass bitch with a short
Tatiana Ali but, blowin' all up in my Ruprecon
Should I say G? Talk is
Skatin' through the your tremendous ass be
My money kinda tall but I don't ball
Actin' all the pictures the paint off the wall
Wutchu need? Problem you havin'
I'm like the concierge, I can get you
My heart that pump, get my pumped, propane
I've always been a factor, I ain't gonna lame
Got a couple crash that will wrap you like a mummy
you in the graveyard where it's dark, got Sunny
Do it for a friend but I ain't give him money
Slap you the kid and they'll do anything for me

These niggas out here talkin', these bitches no good
I'm up and I'm on one and wishin' it go wood
I'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, up in my hood
I'm ridin' with that big thang cause niggas ain't no good

got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
I've got to be, got to be, to be more careful
got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
I've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more