Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe

1:

Never duck another mother repeat it
Never duck another mother
better delete it
put the in killa mode
For a foe can never get
with what a know
Killa syllable
yo ritual the shit to get rid
Of yo hearing your pitiful game,
is political pain
Deep in the pit of yo let it rain
a unforgettable aim
Nigga lookin' for a to bust
the homie that you killed meant a lot to us
Buck I'm lookin for a cock to fuck
Kill a nigga like he was rockin' a
You can do it but you blew it cause up
get your on nigga is you rock or what?
of luck,
you're really need it hella heated
fucker let the glock erupt, Box him up
I don't be the one
to get a meter in the gut
I be the one to hit'em with another milli
cut up In the I'm a little sick
And different And I it
I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother yeah)
you don't get in trouble
With a nigga like the
if your lookin' like a bust
We don't ever stop and a minute
we

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Hey son what the are you duckin' from?
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They come bets to every fuckin'one
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Say some punks and some buckin' guns
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Spray guns might result in you bussin'
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2:

Never let a hatin' mother
see ya
Bleed the chest no regret
A fun day caper a paper
So I can the rest I can dig it you can dig it
Put a nigga in the grave if he or penetrate
The loop of
a made if you steppin to me
You will benefit
if I start it Imma finish it
Run up on a fucka
he fuckin' a chick
Put a in her head while she suckin' the dick
Wasn't a bit of evidence baby irrelevant
You got it with yo nigga the luck of the grit
Bring pain 2 everyone in face with the bane
You some its mother fuckin' shame
we guns
If you don't insane or very dumb
too rough (too rough), too hard (too hard), too tough (too tough), you scarred (you scarred)
cause a know
A mother fuckin' round will
Fuckin' around with the clown and shit.
If you really do it nigga we can step into
Put us up against some fuckers
and we runnin' it
a nigga buck a nigga
if he think he's a
I when I said it you remember that
(hell mother yeah)
You don't get in trouble
With a nigga the Teccanina
if lookin' like a enemy, bust
We don't ever and take a minute
we jus,

(BREATHE!)
Hey son what the are you duckin' from?
(BREATHE!)
They come to fight every fuckin'one
(BREATHE!)
Say some punks around and some buckin'
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Spray guns might result in you bussin'
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3:

Get by the Tech 9 handgun
Now I'm on the out run
Flowin' the hot cooked will done
Fuckin' wit a insane warlord
Punks trip but they know
I'm too fuckin' hard
Deadly ticking like a time
Fuckin' me you think you were in Vietnam
When I explode aint left
but remains for who are froze
For wit a nigga insane
Mentally mad mother fuckin' mad man
is out to
punks like quick sand
droppin' and
Any punk that bucks up a body bag
If you wanna get up
There it is you little bitch
start runnin'
When I'm playin' with the
of an uzi a twelve
Really don't many suckas die
When the shot gun
block 2 block, hood 2 hood
Street 2 street boy you fuck with me
So 4 who chose 2 jump up and talk shit
Admit ya bitch your ass got lit
I wanna be the one
to get a milla in the gut
I wanna be the one to hit'em with another
cut up In the middle I'm a sick
And different And I it
I said it you remember that?
(Hell mother yeah)
You wanna get in trouble
a nigga like the Teccanina
if your lookin' like a bust
We ever stop and take a minute
we breathe

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Hey son what the fuck are you duckin'
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They come bets to fight every
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Say some around and some buckin' guns
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Spray guns might result in you some
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