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 to be more careful
It's ugly out here

These niggas out here talkin', these ain't no good
I'm strapped up and I'm on one and it go wood
I'm ridin' 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
I've got to be, got to be, got to be careful
got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful

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

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

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

slip outchea, Deba
Got to be more
Never leave the crib, leave my home
my street instrument, my baritone
Blat! what I put aside
on the sucker, leave his face in his lap
I get it play the game of death, don't play fair
Gotta pack up 30 dig and stay prepared
I got some Girl cookies and some Jackie
A badass with a short hair
Ali but, blowin' all up in my Ruprecon truck
Should I say G? is cheap
through the streets your tremendous ass be
My money kinda but I don't play ball
Actin' all the nick the paint off the wall
Wutchu Problem you havin' mane?
I'm the concierge, I can get you anything
My heart that pump, get my heart pumped,
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 graveyard where it's dark, got
Do it for a friend but I ain't gotta him money
Slap you the kid and they'll do anything for me

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