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 his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin out

So I told you I hang out
Ya got sellin then
my name out
man me an you
Runnin up out the house
Nigga just for you I blow his out
I his brains out
Ill blow his brains out

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Two of my hommies got
From the hollow tips
Cepts it like hell
Three five million
From those narcotic
Gang signs maile
Seventy two hours
All becouse my hood floss body's
On the
That hater shit
Is brings that type of drama
What a nigga to start doin
Is kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch
In the of the night
Seein fiends pipes
Dub an coniac
Helps me with these phonies
Busters for g's that I stack
From the to ponies
I got hommies with l's on backs
Who fell through the
And hidin shank's under they
were you
When will you
When cockin
To pop those
a mil of these blocks
Ride in tops
Be foolin with
Dont trust bitches
choose to squish and let em squeel
Go and trust em
You'll have no screamin biaatch
To tha billi
The drummin like solo
Hold on like en
Put out endo
Let down the
to our set
Seventeen to mix the bullshit
em know at the do' with the full clip
When you at me
That nigga
They runnin
The gun
To keep the off that lay low
Got on the pay roll
That'll when I say so
hay-lo's
It gets so
On warnell to no one
Sometimes it gets to the i
Cock my see what I'm sayin

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The is smokin
why my life
Has been this livin
For the thug up on the street
And to the prison
use is what
They caught me with a
An do they got probable
They did take no time
Steady use of
Took another brothers man
They choose time
Up under the
They say all good
But I was
Didnt any better
Although I did out the bootcamp
Fly to give a brotha
Years of teirs
My hommies beers
I guess this
be life of what a thug lives
My hurt
Maybe be my last
But heres a tip for these
Next time I'm out with a blast
So if you look up in this man's
of straight madness
Ready to buck you
the ground
For all my teachers
your souls up
If showed up
Dont up
We do or die
And you we
soldiers

Nigga I got back
You got
Lets keep it
Throw guns in the air
Uh-uh no for runnin
miss the gunnin
Its do or die
When we out
you comin
Lets the scene
And go and out
An the trippin
an clippin
Lets get to
gonna die
Becouse he
About my hommie
head and a broke jaw
Fuck
My nigga you dead an
But you better
Im back
got no time
For
Who just trip
You broke his jaw
You done my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
With this nine
You fuckin with a ho
You with a po
be a stone killa
My nigga dead an
So rest in an close his casket
Thiers plenty chances
If it ten years
I ill kill this basterd
To war zone that chrome
Plus the clip that
is a must
Thats why I'm kickin
These bhn they straight be
Cus the hood I from
Thats why I'm
Fully be
Cus ho's don't want none
get along
Keep mo
Im talkin player
Got niggas on the
Whose ears
By spittin
I got my
Off of
to try it out
What me do it
It was hood 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 loyal to this
And of these niggas ain't your hommies
The you think are your hommies are not your hommies
So you look behind your back
That mutherfucker might be havin a stabbin you
So you that shit
Its
that pen nigga
To the on the street an in the pen yea