Luyện nghe bài hát Buy Out

See, This that shit they been on.. You know?
This buy out.. and that buy on
This my life nigga, what im sayin?
This the shit im goin through, the of mind im in right now ya feel me? Hah
Alright. You can put a little delay on it here? Dont even erase that shit, thats the intro. We keepin it like that.

a hundred miles and runnin, gunnin at the enemy
NIggas sides, givin up like its the end of me
Nigga holla family, but i know these niggas me
pound heat, thuggin the mothafuckas sentence me
Im a topic, top down bitch im ridin in the 'rarri
If you dont like me then im
Same ole G, Im bein me fuck a crittic
I rap about the shit i did it
Life dont change, neither do the
New niggas get money, but the rules stay the
Who im gonna sign with? Who im wanna with?
my only question nigga, CMG Im dyin with
Cocaine muzik, and Guns
Every nigga i fuck with, went to i made their bond
I never leave the house my chain or my gun
Got on my dopeboy Guccis on, a fresh of 1's

"Preachin"

Murder was the nigga. Jump a hurrdle, Win a race nigga
Then i put it in ya nigga.Face on my case nigga
Told my lawyer go to trial. Im doin it big in the
If i lose, raise Mariah for me. If i die, that fire for me
Pour out liquor and get higher for me
Im this one for my homeboys.
Im hollerin Oh Lord, shit we cant afford
I just be speakin from the heart but sometimes it
Am i, a real rapper or some nigga with lines?
I know, Im confused. Do isupposed to be rich?
You know that hoe ya hoe, she just yo supposed to be bitch
No supposed to be click, dont want no
Its CMG homie, and WE FRANCHISE
I get guys, off the white pies
Dope in pot, and it get baptized
Haleluja, my shootas
Serve my Js up, em hit that shoot up
Fuck rap shit, I dont fit in
All the boyz, all these fake friends
Streets on fire, plug on go
Streets so dry, i might get a truck load
yo contract, I wont sign that
Labels keep callin me, but i call back