Luyện nghe bài hát Blood in, Blood out

me and my roll dog,
came up at an age on the corner servin 'cane,
bangin and everythang,
we some gangstas,
to the right,
blood in, blood out brothas, and we swore was for life,
servin them keys of weed, and be them G's a week,
we got you need, just a come and see me,
or my mutherfuckin nug bout to show this up, show love,
or catch bug from that nine millimeter slug,
i broke bread this nigga, i bust lead with this nigga,
heard he fucking the feds,
can't it, not my nigga,
me for the cash, was he movin too fast,
talkin behind my back to damn hood rats,
i'm going crazy, ain't a bitch,
you try and get and your closest Rodey
into a snitch,
just smilin and laughin in your face,
went your fuckin back, hookin you with a fuckin case,
going insane and i know what to think,
paranoid out my mind as i another drink
of hennessy, motherfuckin cognac,
got me for my nine,
to peel this niggas cap,
so i out the house
and i for the corner,
i that nigga, creeped up on him,
bitch a goner,
up that to his temple, why'd you try to fuck me Rodey,
started cryin me,
nigga ain't no New Jack City,
and my ain't no mutherfuckin Nino Brown,
a tear down my cheek, then i blew his brains on the ground,
sirens all around, all in my face,
dick boys on the case, so i towards the gate,
freeze,
please,
thats what i them punk ass cops,
all of a i heard a shot,
couldn't i just got popped,
didn't drop, turned around, grabbed my nine, then i it,
yelling just like fates, bitch i took your fuckin bullet,
everything cold, and got dark,
i couldn't nothan but the beatin of my heart

blood in out
i thought we was family
can't believe he me
got to him off G
am i my keeper
i thought that was for
its gonna be a murder this nigga ta die