Luyện nghe bài hát Be More Careful

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

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 'round in my big thang, still up in my hood
I'm ridin' 'round with that big thang niggas ain't no good

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

Like Scarface, who can I
Bonfire, this us
I'm outchea, I gotta it
Paper chasin', I gotta it
Money talks, I don't talk it
Take the loss, be a boss it
Catch me slippin', I really it
I don't my house without it
My masterpiece, bad it
Jealous nigga, that's old
Laugh about, cop whips
And hard, get more chips
I got to be careful, these niggas out here feds
I got to be careful, go read what he said
It changed out here and all my silent niggas are
Somehow, somewhere, all the that went wrong
I never that it'd get to this
All niggas, all snitchin' in
If too hot to handle it
stay on out and I'm catchin' in

These out here talkin', these bitches ain't no good
I'm up and I'm on one and wishin' it go wood
I'm ridin' in my big thang, still 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
got to be, got to be, got to be more careful
I've got to be, got to be, to be more careful

They outchea, Deba
Got to be more
Never the crib, never leave my home
my street instrument, my baritone
Blat! This what I put
on the sucker, leave his face in his lap
I get it the game of death, they don't play fair
Gotta pack up 30 dig and always prepared
I got some Scout cookies and some Jackie
A badass bitch with a hair
Tatiana Ali but, all up in my Ruprecon truck
Should I say G? is cheap
Skatin' the streets your tremendous ass be
My money kinda but I don't play ball
all the pictures nick the paint off the wall
Wutchu need? Problem you mane?
I'm the concierge, I can get you anything
My heart that pump, get my pumped, propane
always been a factor, I ain't never gonna lame
Got a crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy
Push you in the where it's dark, got Sunny
Do it for a friend but I ain't give him money
Slap you with the kid and do anything for me

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

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