Luyện nghe bài hát Be More Careful

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

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 ridin' 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 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

Scarface, who can I trust?
Bonfire, only us
I'm outchea, I have it
Paper chasin', I gotta it
Money talks, I talk about it
Take the loss, be a boss it
me slippin', I really doubt it
I leave 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 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 went wrong
I never thought that it'd get to
All these niggas, all 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 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 'round 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
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

They slip outchea,
Got to be more
leave the crib, never leave my home
Without my street instrument, my
Blat! what I put aside
Polite on the sucker, his face in his lap
I get it play the game of death, don't play fair
Gotta up 30 dig and always stay prepared
I got some Scout cookies and some Jackie
A bitch with a short hair
Tatiana Ali but, blowin' all up in my Ruprecon
Should I say G? is cheap
Skatin' through the your tremendous ass be
My money kinda but I don't play ball
Actin' all the pictures the paint off the wall
Wutchu need? you havin' mane?
I'm like the concierge, I can get you
My heart pump, get my heart pumped, propane
always been a factor, I ain't never gonna lame
Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a
Push you in the graveyard it's dark, got Sunny
Do it for a friend but I ain't gotta him money
Slap you with the kid and do anything for me

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 'round in my big thang, still up in my hood
I'm ridin' 'round with big thang 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 more