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

So I you where I hang out
Ya got sellin then
Haller my out
man me an you
Runnin up out the house
Nigga just for you I blow his out
I blow his 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 signs thats
two hours incarcerated
All becouse my hood bloody body's
On the
That playa shit
Is what that type of drama
What a need to start doin
Is just kidnappin mama
Catch me in the for 8 years
So watch my catch stripes
In the middle of the
Seein fiends smoke
Dub sacks an
me deal with these phonies
Busters for g's that I stack
From the back to
I got hommies l's on they backs
Who fell the crack
And hidin under they mattress
were you
When will you
When glocks
To pop those
a mil of these blocks
Ride in tops
Be foolin g-nocks
trust those bitches
They to squish and let em squeel
Go ahead and em
have no money screamin biaatch
To tha ba-bang
The drummin like solo
on like en vogue
Put out endo
Let the window
to our set
Seventeen to mix the bullshit
Lettin em know at the do' the full clip
When you at me
nigga slip
They steady
The gun
To keep the off that lay low
Got on the pay roll
kill when I say so
Three
It so fatel
On warnell to no one
Sometimes it gets to the i
Cock my ho's see what I'm

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The lord is
Thats why my
Has been this livin
For the life up on the street
And to the prison
use is what
They me with a tec-9
An do they got cause
They never did no time
use of prison
Took brothers man hood
They next time
Up under the
They say it's all
But I was
Didnt any better
Although I did comp out the
Fly to a brotha seven
of prison teirs
My hommies beers
I this henny
be life of what a thug lives
My hurt
wont be my last
But a tip for these cops
time I'm goin out with a blast
So if you look up in this man's
Eyes of straight
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 your
You got
keep it comin
Throw your in the air
no time for runnin
They'll the gunnin
Its do or die
When we out
you comin
Lets leave the
And go and out
An the trippin
an clippin
Lets get to
gonna die
Becouse he
About my hommie
Swole and a broke jaw
Fuck
My nigga you dead an
But you believe
Im back
got no time
For
Who wanna trip
You done his jaw
You broke my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
With this nine
You ain't fuckin a ho
You fuckin a po
be a stone killa
My nigga an gone
So rest in peace an close his
plenty more chances
If it takes ten
I swear ill this basterd
To war zone that chrome
Plus the that matches
Retalliation is a
Thats why I'm asses
bhn they straight be trippin
Cus the hood I come
why I'm packin
Fully be
Cus these ho's want none
Cant get
this mo
Im talkin player
Got niggas on the
Whose ears
By negatism
I got my
Off of
to try it out
What me do it
It was when I ride out
From or south
To the to the west
Who rolls the
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
Thats it them niggas loyal to game
And some of these niggas ain't hommies
The niggas you are your hommies are not your hommies
So when you look your back
That mutherfucker might be havin a stabbin you
So you watch that
Its
that pen nigga
To the on the street an in the pen yea