Luyện nghe bài hát Caine House

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

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

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Two of my hommies got
From the point tips
Cepts it like hell
point five million
From those narcotic
Gang signs maile
Seventy two incarcerated
All becouse my hood bloody body's
On the
That hater shit
Is brings that type of drama
a nigga need to start doin
Is just your mama
me in the game for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch
In the of the night
Seein smoke pipes
Dub sacks an
me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin for g's that I
From the back to
I got hommies with l's on they
Who fell the crack
And hidin shank's under they
Where you
When you realise
When glocks
To pop cops
Makes a mil of these
in drop tops
Be foolin with
Dont trust those
They to squish and let em squeel
Go ahead and em
You'll have no screamin biaatch
To tha billi
The drummin like solo
Hold on en vogue
Put out endo
Let down the
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 the nigga off that lay low
Got on the pay roll
That'll when I say so
Three
It gets so
On talk to no one
it gets to the point i
Cock my ho's see what I'm

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The lord is
Thats why my
Has been this hell
For the thug life up on the
And to the prison
use is what
They caught me a tec-9
An do they got cause
They did take no time
Steady use of
Took another man hood
They next time
Up under the
They say all good
But I was
Didnt any better
I did comp out the bootcamp
Fly to give a seven
Years of teirs
My hommies beers
I this henny
Should be of what a thug lives
My hurt
Maybe wont be my
But heres a tip for these
Next I'm goin out with a blast
So if you up in this black man's
Eyes of madness
Ready to buck you
the ground
For all my teachers
your souls up
If showed up
hold up
We do or die
And you we
Straight

Nigga I got back
You got
Lets keep it
Throw your in the air
Uh-uh no for runnin
They'll miss the
Its do or die
we ride out
Niggero you
leave the scene
And go and out
An the trippin
an clippin
Lets get to
gonna die
Becouse he
About my flippin
Swole and a broke jaw
Fuck
My nigga you an gone
But you better
Im bustin
got no time
For
Who just trip
You done his jaw
You done my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
With this nine
You ain't fuckin a ho
You with a po
be a stone killa
My nigga dead an
So in peace an close his casket
Thiers plenty chances
If it ten years
I swear ill this basterd
To war zone that chrome
Plus the clip matches
Retalliation is a
why I'm kickin asses
These bhn straight be trippin
Cus the hood I from
why I'm packin
Fully be
Cus ho's don't want none
Cant get
this 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 hood when I out
From north or
To the east to the
Who the best
So fuck your
His ass die
When I load tec

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