Luyện nghe bài hát Blessing In Disguise

I live just for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, I risk my
Life for a dollar, Nah, I don't think so
breeds jealousy, nigga, out here when getting fo's
Catch a nigga slipping, put a in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks,
My kinfolk, call it what I'm living the high life
Only if he knew I had to do to keep my mind right
I tell you I got 20/20
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes
My mind like, game recognize
Real real, still .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get down
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, the cops now
Fuck the police, running
White boys nigga' neighborhoods, gunning
Down the innocent, and then the beginning
You was doing 50 in the 35, the is
You fit the description of the subject in this
We have to take you downtown for some questionin'
Damn, a in disguise if you ask me
I was just to hit the highway with my last key
Could it be that God is intervenes
With my life he did so many times in between
A half a away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me,
I've knowing Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now it was back then, stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman
Cook it it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so that you can smell it
Death to them niggas caught go and tell it

Every I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a damn thing me
Just what you see, that's what you me on
Every I turn around the guilty be pointing fingers at me
Homie, I'm trying to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll, I need

Can't believe this day here, my nigga
I remember us sitting in the parking lot about getting money

in the wall, standing in the puddle
Sunny south Florida, a motherfucker
Ready for a war, barely wanna
on, my nigga, as they walking back and forth
Makes you wanna hustle, care of my brothers
Raymond passed away, something for his mother
It never is enough, trying to her that I love him
We were fishing buddies, breed the dog, the puppies
Pictures on the wall, we done raw
Niggas getting robbed, the only shit we can solve
We all wanna get it, ball for a
collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it
Plenty money orders, that what Kenny taught us
Keep face clean when you're out here bending corners
Always in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse the ages
When you parking all your cars, wanna know the payments
petals dripping on the casket
Baby boy done into a bastard
On that lean, you I fuck her fantastic
Work white as Rita Ora in that
shots, shed tears, that's war
Bust on yachts, stand tall
a case, don't talk, that's raw
Scarface, Ross, big boys
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big

Every I turn around, y'all got something to say about me
But y'all don't know a damn thing me
Just you see, that's what you judge me on
Every time I turn around the guilty be fingers at me
Homie, I'm just to be all I can be
But not for free, that's why the fuck we roll, I that

I need that, I need that, I that bad