Luyện nghe bài hát Black Wrist Bro's

"Now, we must all fear, men
But there is another kind of evil, which we must most
And is, the indifference, of good, men!"

Aiyyo duty, it's all us, you hear me?
I'm only callin on us, now fear P'll die
Lie none 'til my lies the gun for my dawg
a nigga family run to the morgue
Gotta ID the body, for tryna mine
On some Bad Boy, Puffy shit, Shyne
Fuck fame, you hear me? Don't try to touch my
My roll D, protected my O.G.'s

[1st
So never say never, well forever dawg I'm rock
Watch you hatin, contemplatin, to take a shot at you
It's me and you plus pistols duty cause niggaz talkin
Least when we speakin same dudes that the heat, stiff in chalk
We put it down on the block, these niggaz
statements indictin extra cases, needin an early placement
First and firm, duckin and aim
Forever co-defendants Iron Fist, I'll fist out some serious

It's easy to be the coldest in
But can you write your heart in a and spit your soul in the mic?
The streets talkin a weak
They currently devour the soft but they eat dawgs
Whether few others, two and two mothers
In a of a light, I bet it's two of us
Don't try to do some shit and die without it
I bet it on your life you gon' die without it

[1st
Peep how I pound that ass and her
Blazin Cools and market booze, the even single suckas
Black Wrist, Iron all day
The S.K. spray, make niggaz like "RAY!"
For the fat guy, I jerk 'em like Jackie Gleason
Leave 'em standin indecent, wheezin needin a treatment
In the middle of murk season, I flirt a church deacon with death
or at least my last breath

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[gun My dawg is me and you
To them on our right wrist we both bein true
Yo' is my needs, my seeds is yo' seeds
One hurt and we both
We gon' ride 'til wheels fall off
Or God wanna kill us off
I duck when you pop that gat
ever doubt that you got my back

[1st
We put our life in a song, boast how we pop nines
It's the truth duke and more than just a hot
I got mine minus cause you hate it and squeeze
My down on they luck, y'all niggaz down on y'all knees
at him, you holla at me
I'm down for whatever forever, however it be
In the clubs or the streets, these thugs feel this heat
Bats, snubs or the beef, the love of the D

You want trouble P then that's trouble with 1st
We carry weight on our back that's doubled this
You where we at, in the struggle to search
Come thug on my turf, leave blood in this dirt
the pride of your manhood I paved the bricks
Livin like a movie, it's a gangsta script
With my my co-star, been in two so far
Two hearts like rice no R

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