Luyện nghe bài hát Caine House

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

So I told you where I 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

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Two of my got killed
the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like
Three five million
From those sells
Gang signs maile
two hours incarcerated
All becouse my hood floss body's
On the
That playa hater
Is what brings type of drama
What a need to start doin
Is just your mama
Catch me in the for 8 years
So watch my catch stripes
In the middle of the
Seein fiends pipes
Dub sacks an
Helps me deal with these
Busters sellin for g's I stack
the back to ponies
I got hommies with l's on backs
Who through the crack
And shank's under they mattress
Where you
When you realise
When cockin
To pop those
a mil of these blocks
Ride in drop
Be foolin with
Dont those bitches
They choose to squish and let em
Go ahead and em
have no money screamin biaatch
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 full
you bust at me
That nigga
steady runnin
The gun
To the nigga off that lay low
Got on the pay roll
That'll kill I say so
hay-lo's
It so fatel
On talk to no one
it gets to the point i
Cock my see what I'm sayin

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The lord is
Thats why my
Has this livin hell
For the thug up on the street
And to the cell
Unlawfull use is
They me with a tec-9
An do got probable cause
never did take no time
Steady use of
another brothers man hood
They next time
Up the bench
say it's all good
But I was
Didnt know any
I did comp out the bootcamp
Fly to give a brotha
of prison teirs
My pourin beers
I guess this
Should be of what a thug lives
My hurt
Maybe wont be my
But a tip for these cops
Next I'm goin out with a blast
So if you look up in this black
of straight madness
Ready to buck you
Upon the
For all my past
Give your up
If showed up
hold up
We do or die
And you we
soldiers

Nigga I got back
You got
Lets it comin
Throw guns in the air
Uh-uh no time for
They'll miss the
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
Swole and a broke jaw
Fuck
My nigga you dead an
But you believe
Im back
Aint got no
For
Who just trip
You done his jaw
You done my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
With this milla
You ain't fuckin a ho
You with a po
be a stone killa
My dead an gone
So rest in peace an his casket
Thiers more chances
If it ten years
I swear ill this basterd
To war zone grab that
Plus the clip that
is a must
Thats why I'm kickin
These bhn straight be trippin
Cus the hood I from
why I'm packin
Fully be
Cus ho's don't want none
get along
Keep mo
Im talkin player
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 rolls the
So your chief
His ass die
When I load tec

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