Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Safety

[**feat. & Styles P:]
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*sounds of
Heh, do you know any other
I am grateful!
Are you
I'm ready...

Uh, on 40 Deuce, when I was a shorty duke
when I first got the Naughty goose
Now I come in a sported coupe
I know what you better do, stop talking bout you outta do
My crack spot is still
Funerals are still affordable, I'm than all of you
I'm in the scraping 'em, Jadakiss, Rae and 'em
Ya'll lame niggas, come uptown, a day with 'em
Bigger ones, bootleg runs, blow something, nigga
Let the herb smoke hit lung, get your guns
The economy is down, so you already
gon' be a lot of homi's in the town
That's why I'm still bringing the seed
The sneakers that I can't pronounce, that a G stack
Niggas in the yard, got on repeat, black
Fuck saving hip hop, we bringing the back, what?

Player spit snipping, different wallies on
Bliffen had to take 'em off, they up the soles, flipped it
I'm forever zooted, crushed up glass, I'm just flashing it
Nine times out of ten, suede at the Jumer
Maybach bloomers, rumors, card shark
cash money, take a loan, hit this tuner
Put us together, he run sea, I run land, one ruger
playing, you know we run rap, you know we done that
Stop fronting, son, put the gun
We came with the containers, having the flamers
My Mexican mans is
through the streets, the bulldog
Conehead hoodies on, eighteen for footballs
Maxed like I'm under a good wall, G
recipe, good status, a hood broad
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I used to brown rectangles
you a blunt, then smoke you with death's angel
Chrome pound is making your neck dangle
trey eight is leaving your chest mangled
It's but the gun could kill you at all angles
Leave the toast home, I'm leaving you all
Louis on the Jaguar, gas peddles
You got the cops with you, you ain't half ghetto
(Not even half) We neither nor there
But if, you was over here, you would of been got
(Been got aired) Like a pair of Nike's on a summer day
Pointing the gun away, I could kill you niggas a hundred
Mine's in a place yours ain't, so I'm wearing war paint
For the day I see the Lord saint
Blowing the haze, playing The Purple Tape
Fuck Chef or the Ghost, get left with a purple face
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Too bad, your courage be the death of you
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