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
just for you I blow his brains out
I his brains 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 his brains out
I his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin out

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Two of my got killed
From the point tips
Cepts it looks hell
Three point million
From narcotic sells
Gang thats maile
two hours incarcerated
All becouse my hood floss bloody
On the
That playa shit
Is what brings that of drama
a nigga need to start doin
Is just kidnappin your
Catch me in the for 8 years
So watch my nigga catch
In the of the night
Seein fiends pipes
Dub sacks an
me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin for g's that I
From the back to
I got hommies l's on they backs
Who through the crack
And hidin shank's under mattress
Where you
will you realise
When cockin
To pop cops
a mil of these blocks
Ride in tops
Be with g-nocks
trust those bitches
They to squish and let em squeel
Go ahead and em
You'll have no money biaatch
To tha billi
The drummin like solo
Hold on like en
Put out endo
Let the window
to our set
Seventeen to mix with the
Lettin em at the do' with the full clip
When you at me
nigga slip
They steady
The gun
To keep the nigga off lay low
Got niggs on the pay
kill when I say so
Three
It gets so
On talk to no one
Sometimes it to the point i
Cock my ho's see I'm sayin

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The is smokin
Thats why my
Has been livin hell
For the thug life up on the
And to the cell
Unlawfull use is
They caught me with a
An do they got cause
They did take no time
use of prison
Took another man hood
They choose next
Up under the
They say it's all
But I was
Didnt know any
Although I did out the bootcamp
Fly to give a brotha
of prison teirs
My hommies pourin
I guess henny
Should be life of a thug lives
My only
wont be my last
But a tip for these cops
time I'm goin out with a blast
So if you look up in black man's
Eyes of madness
to buck you down
Upon the
For all my past
Give souls up
If showed up
Dont up
We do or die
And you we
Straight

Nigga I got back
You got
keep it comin
Throw guns in the air
no time for runnin
They'll miss the
Its do or die
we ride out
Niggero you
Lets 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 dead an
But you better
Im back
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 nine milla
You fuckin with a ho
You fuckin a po
be a stone killa
My nigga an gone
So rest in peace an close his
Thiers plenty more
If it takes ten
I swear ill kill basterd
To war zone grab chrome
Plus the that matches
is a must
Thats why I'm asses
These bhn they straight be
Cus the hood I come
why I'm packin
Fully be
Cus these don't want none
get along
Keep 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 I ride out
north or south
To the east to the
Who the best
So fuck chief
His ass die
I load this tec

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