Luyện nghe bài hát Caine House

So I told you where I out
Ya got some then
Haller my out
man me an you
Runnin up out the house
Nigga for you I blow his brains out
I his brains out
Ill his mutherfuckin brains out

So I told you where I out
Ya got sellin then
Haller my out
man me an you
Runnin up out the house
Nigga just for you I his brains out
I his brains out
Ill his mutherfuckin brains out

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Two of my hommies got
From the point tips
it looks like hell
Three point five
From those sells
Gang thats maile
Seventy two hours
All becouse my floss bloody body's
On the
That playa hater
Is brings that type of drama
What a need to start doin
Is just kidnappin mama
Catch me in the game for 8
So watch my nigga stripes
In the of the night
fiends smoke pipes
Dub an coniac
me deal with these phonies
Busters for g's that I stack
From the to ponies
I got hommies with l's on they
Who through the crack
And shank's under they mattress
Where you
When you realise
When glocks
To pop cops
Makes a mil of blocks
Ride in tops
Be foolin g-nocks
Dont trust those
They choose to and let em squeel
Go ahead and em
You'll no money screamin biaatch
To tha ba-bang
The reflections drummin solo
Hold on en vogue
Put out that
Let down the
to our set
Seventeen to mix the bullshit
Lettin em know at the do' with the full
When you at me
nigga slip
They steady
The gun
To the nigga off that lay low
Got niggs on the pay
That'll when I say so
hay-lo's
It so fatel
On warnell to no one
it gets to the point i
Cock my ho's see I'm sayin

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The lord is
why my life
Has this livin hell
For the thug up on the street
And to the prison
Unlawfull use is
They caught me a tec-9
An do they got cause
never did take no time
Steady use of
Took brothers man hood
They choose time
Up under the
They say it's all
But I was
Didnt any better
Although I did out the bootcamp
Fly to a brotha seven
Years of teirs
My pourin beers
I guess henny
Should be life of a thug lives
My hurt
Maybe be my last
But heres a tip for cops
Next time I'm goin out a blast
So if you look up in this black
of straight madness
Ready to buck you
Upon the
For all my teachers
Give your up
If your up
hold up
We do or die
And you we
Straight

Nigga I got your
You got
keep it comin
Throw guns in the air
no time for runnin
They'll the gunnin
Its do or die
we ride out
Niggero you
leave the scene
And go and out
An miss the
an clippin
Lets get to
Mutherfuck die
he lied
About my hommie
head and a broke jaw
Fuck
My nigga you dead an
But you believe
Im back
Aint got no
For
Who wanna trip
You done his jaw
You broke my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
this nine milla
You ain't with a ho
You with a po
be a stone killa
My nigga an gone
So rest in peace an his casket
Thiers more chances
If it takes ten
I ill kill this basterd
To war zone that chrome
the clip that matches
Retalliation is a
Thats why I'm asses
These bhn they be trippin
Cus the hood I come
why I'm packin
Fully be
Cus these don't want none
get along
Keep mo
Im talkin rythem
Got on the side
Whose bitin
By negatism
I got my
Off of
to try it out
What me do it
It was when I ride out
From or south
To the to the west
Who rolls the
So fuck your
His ass die
When I this tec

To them in the pen
Who got sent up for this
Yea pullin triggas fo' figgas
Thats it them niggas to this game
And some of these niggas your hommies
The niggas you think are your hommies are not hommies
So when you look behind your
That mutherfucker might be a knife stabbin you
So you watch that
Its
that pen nigga
To the niggas on the an in the pen yea