Luyện nghe bài hát Buy Out

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

a hundred miles and runnin, niggas at the enemy
NIggas switchin sides, givin up its the end of me
holla family, but i know these niggas envy me
pound heat, till the mothafuckas sentence me
Im a trendin topic, top down bitch im in the 'rarri
If you dont like me im sorry
Same ole G, Im just bein me fuck a
I rap the shit 'cause i did it
dont change, neither do the game
New niggas get money, but the stay the same
Who im sign with? Who im wanna grind with?
Thats my only question nigga, CMG Im dyin
Cocaine muzik, Commas and
Every nigga i with, went to jail i made their bond
I never leave the house my chain or my gun
Got on my dopeboy Guccis on, a pair of 1's

"Preachin"

Murder was the nigga. Jump a hurrdle, Win a race nigga
Then i put it in ya face nigga.Face on my nigga
Told my go to trial. Im doin it big in the meanwhile
If i lose, raise Mariah for me. If i die, that fire for me
Pour out some 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 it rhymes
Am i, a real rapper or just nigga with lines?
I dont know, Im confused. Do to be rich?
You know that hoe aint ya hoe, she yo supposed to be bitch
No to be click, dont want no allys
Its CMG homie, and WE FRANCHISE
I get green guys, off the pies
in that pot, and it get baptized
Haleluja, Bless my
Serve my Js up, watch em hit shoot up
Fuck rap shit, I dont fit in
All the boyz, all these fake friends
Streets on fire, on go mode
Streets so damn dry, i might get a load
yo contract, I wont sign that
Labels keep callin me, but i wont call