Luyện nghe bài hát Caine House

So I told you I hang out
Ya got some sellin
Haller my 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 mutherfuckin out

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

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Two of my hommies got
From the hollow tips
Cepts it looks hell
Three point five
From those narcotic
Gang signs maile
Seventy two incarcerated
All becouse my hood bloody body's
On the
playa hater shit
Is brings that type of drama
What a nigga need to doin
Is just kidnappin your
me in the game for 8 years
So my nigga catch stripes
In the of the night
Seein fiends pipes
Dub sacks an
me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin for g's I stack
From the to ponies
I got hommies l's on they backs
Who fell the crack
And hidin under they mattress
Where you
When will you
cockin glocks
To pop those
Makes a mil of blocks
Ride in tops
Be foolin with
Dont those bitches
They choose to squish and let em
Go and trust em
You'll have no money screamin
To tha ba-bang
The reflections like solo
Hold on en vogue
Put out endo
Let the window
to our set
Seventeen to mix with the
Lettin em know at the do' with the clip
you bust at me
That nigga
They runnin
The gun
To keep the nigga off lay low
Got niggs on the pay
That'll kill I say so
hay-lo's
It so fatel
On warnell to no one
Sometimes it gets to the i
Cock my see what I'm sayin

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The lord is
why my life
Has been this hell
For the thug life up on the
And to the prison
use is what
They me with 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 all good
But I was
Didnt know any
I did comp out the bootcamp
Fly to give a seven
of prison teirs
My hommies pourin
I this henny
be life of what a thug lives
My hurt
Maybe wont be my
But heres a tip for these
Next time I'm out with a blast
So if you up in this black man's
Eyes of straight
Ready to you down
the ground
For all my teachers
Give souls up
If showed up
hold up
We do or die
And you we
soldiers

Nigga I got your
You got
Lets keep it
your guns in the air
Uh-uh no for runnin
They'll miss the
Its do or die
When we out
Niggero you
Lets leave the
And go and out
An miss the
Trippin an
Lets get to
Mutherfuck die
he lied
About my hommie
head and a broke jaw
Fuck
My nigga you an gone
But you better
Im back
Aint got no
For
Who just wanna
You broke 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
plenty more chances
If it ten years
I swear ill kill this
To war zone grab that
Plus the clip that
is a must
Thats why I'm asses
bhn they straight be trippin
Cus the I come from
why I'm packin
Fully be
Cus these don't want none
get along
Keep mo
Im talkin rythem
Got on the side
Whose ears
By spittin
I got my
Off of
to try it out
What me do it
It was hood I ride out
From north or
To the to the west
Who the best
So fuck chief
His ass die
When I this tec

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