Luyện nghe bài hát Caine House

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

So I you where I hang out
Ya got some then
Haller my out
man me an you
Runnin up out the cain
Nigga just for you I blow his out
I blow his out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin out

one

Two of my hommies got
From the hollow point
Cepts it looks like
Three point million
those narcotic sells
Gang thats maile
Seventy two hours
All my hood floss bloody body's
On the
That playa hater
Is what brings that of drama
What a nigga need to doin
Is just kidnappin mama
Catch me in the game for 8
So watch my nigga stripes
In the middle of the
Seein fiends pipes
Dub sacks an
Helps me with these phonies
sellin for g's that I stack
From the to ponies
I got hommies with l's on backs
Who fell the crack
And hidin shank's under mattress
were you
When will you
When glocks
To pop those
Makes a mil of these
Ride in tops
Be with g-nocks
Dont trust bitches
They to squish and let em squeel
Go and trust em
You'll no money screamin biaatch
To tha billi
The reflections drummin solo
on like en vogue
Put out that
Let the window
to our set
Seventeen to mix the bullshit
Lettin em at the do' with the full clip
you bust at me
That slip
They steady
The gun
To keep the nigga off lay low
Got on the pay roll
That'll kill I say so
hay-lo's
It gets so
On warnell to no one
it gets to the point i
Cock my ho's see what I'm

two

The is smokin
why my life
Has been livin hell
For the thug life up on the
And to the cell
use is what
They caught me a tec-9
An do got probable cause
They never did no time
use of prison
Took another man hood
They next time
Up the bench
They say it's all
But I was
know any better
Although I did out the bootcamp
Fly to give a brotha
Years of teirs
My hommies pourin
I guess this
Should be life of a thug lives
My hurt
Maybe be my last
But a tip for these cops
Next I'm goin out with a blast
So if you look up in this man's
of straight madness
Ready to you down
the ground
For all my teachers
Give souls up
If showed up
Dont up
We do or die
And you we
soldiers

Nigga I got your
You got
keep it comin
Throw guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for
They'll the gunnin
Its do or die
we ride out
Niggero you
Lets leave the
And go and out
An miss the
Trippin an
get to dippin
Mutherfuck die
Becouse he
About my hommie
Swole and a broke jaw
that
My you dead an gone
But you believe
Im bustin
got no time
For
Who just trip
You broke his jaw
You broke my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
With this milla
You ain't fuckin a ho
You fuckin a po
be a stone killa
My nigga dead an
So rest in peace an close his
Thiers plenty more
If it ten years
I swear ill kill this
To war zone that chrome
Plus the clip that
Retalliation is a
why I'm kickin asses
These bhn they straight be
Cus the I come from
Thats why I'm
Fully be
Cus these ho's want none
Cant get
this mo
Im player rythem
Got on the side
Whose bitin
By negatism
I got my
Off of
to try it out
What me do it
It was hood when I out
north or south
To the east to the
Who the best
So fuck chief
His ass die
When I this tec

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