Luyện nghe bài hát Best Of Things

I was most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let's start the of elimination
This dedication is for niggaz the 'Green Buddha'
The bandula, six-shooter to your suit

Now how this feel? Cold black steel up in grill
This hollow point lead gon' be last meal
Say prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your face is found in a hundred places

Huh, so what we lookin'
We tryin' to see some hoes to fuck
And you just to see the afterlife

Make a decision before we have a head-on
Makin' me spend the rest of my life in
See I can only play the cards I was

Multiplication, division whatever you got to break off
Like the U.S. government did to
Like in some pussy with the lights turned off
It's

I'm just to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin' to have the of things
None of y'all can't take from me
Life's a bitch she ain't for free

So ride til the wheels fall off
While all the rest get and go soft
You're style, can get you beat down
My heat's loud, have you on the street now

keep askin' me how does it feel?
How does what Not havin' to scrape for a meal
Not bein' locked down to a up deal
The man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille

We had to reinvent the wheel, new blueprints
a whole album, spent half what you spent
Then the rest to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if you want it nigga, and get it

And I suggest you bring a niggaz runnin' wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it hot, look
I ain't gon' stop til shot
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X the spot

an infrared to your head, left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then some dreads
I you keep your distance, for instance, the same distance
It to get to the next solar system, motherfucker

I'm just livin' to my dreams
I'm tryin' to have the best of things
None of y'all can't take from me
Life's a bitch she fuckin' for free

So ride til the wheels fall off
While all the get weak and go soft
petite style, can get you beat down
My loud, have you huggin' on the street now

Strike one, when a nigga talkin' with his hands
two, gettin' caught
In the wrong place your pants down
Strike three, tryin' to with the D-O-double-G
DRE, or any of my family

Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a line
Never a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged, relaxed
Permanently owe you backs like tax

Baseball and bricks upside of your head
Homey still gettin' swoll off and bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm
And leave the stage with a standin' ovation, it's

I'm just livin' to my dreams
I'm tryin' to have the best of things
None of y'all can't take shit me
Life's a bitch she ain't fuckin' for

So I'ma ride til the wheels off
all the rest get weak and go soft
You're style, can get you beat down
My heat's loud, have you on the street now