Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Season

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Get the vests; get the

It's all over here

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Yo, burning season
Y'all thugs is guiltly of high
Many of them
Some getting sent to the for no reason
On the streets niggas kill a license, in scarsville
It's all for real cause is real
Don't sleep on the average cat packing steel

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Ayo nigga I'm on the rules
Wasted in my hand, a hundred grand
Injure that pretender in the black
Heard he be the man
Selling jums (? ) by the pager son
He the one sporting crazy (? ) lace 'em with your tongue
So the plan
Get the I got the doo-wop
him for two blocks
And pop him if he do
back better snap his nap back for that black
Pass the stacks to fat cat and out where the crack's at
Rolling out make you keep your phone out
So I can reach your shit
Get his whip stripped and my own route
For
Mistakes be for
Many jakes who me
But never the space to embrace me
A fool's game all the rules change
I never move the
But to blame
My nigga buddha came the ruger aim
Somebody screamed the violence
So this nigga had the silencer spitting black at any challenger
Yo, it was a vietnam I tried to flee and harm
Me and har my buddha caught about three in the arm
But one traveled to his
I grabbed him and him
Had to see how bad this crab had him
Yo, rapidly bleeding pleading for his life
care my seed and my wife
Make sure she's him right
True indeed black I got your
I it down on the real
May you rest in son
I see you on the