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 blow his mutherfuckin out

So I told you where I 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 his brains out
Ill blow his mutherfuckin out

one

Two of my got killed
From the point tips
Cepts it like hell
Three point million
From those narcotic
Gang signs thats
Seventy two incarcerated
All my hood floss bloody body's
On the
That playa shit
Is what brings type of drama
What a nigga need to doin
Is kidnappin your mama
Catch me in the game for 8
So watch my catch stripes
In the middle of the
Seein fiends smoke
Dub sacks an
Helps me with these phonies
Busters sellin for g's that I
From the back to
I got hommies with l's on they
Who fell through the
And hidin shank's under they
Where you
When will you
When glocks
To pop cops
a mil of these blocks
Ride in tops
Be with g-nocks
Dont those bitches
choose to squish and let em squeel
Go ahead and em
You'll have no money biaatch
To tha billi
The reflections like solo
on like en vogue
Put out that
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
steady runnin
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 see what I'm sayin

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The lord is
Thats why my
Has been this livin
For the thug life up on the
And to the prison
Unlawfull use is
They me with a tec-9
An do got probable cause
never did take no time
Steady use of
Took another man hood
They next time
Up the bench
say it's all good
But I was
Didnt any better
Although I did out the bootcamp
Fly to give a seven
Years of prison
My pourin beers
I guess this
Should be life of what a lives
My hurt
wont be my last
But heres a tip for these
time I'm goin out with a blast
So if you look up in this man's
Eyes of straight
Ready to you down
the ground
For all my past
your souls up
If your 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 time for
They'll the gunnin
Its do or die
we ride out
Niggero you
Lets leave the
And go and out
An miss the
an clippin
Lets get to
gonna die
Becouse he
my hommie flippin
Swole and a broke jaw
Fuck
My you dead an gone
But you believe
Im bustin
Aint got no
For
Who just wanna
You broke his jaw
You broke my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
With this milla
You fuckin with a ho
You fuckin a po
That be a stone
My dead an gone
So rest in peace an close his
Thiers plenty chances
If it takes ten
I swear ill kill basterd
To war zone grab chrome
Plus the that matches
Retalliation is a
why I'm kickin asses
These bhn they straight be
Cus the I come from
why I'm packin
Fully be
Cus ho's don't want none
Cant get
Keep mo
Im talkin player
Got on the side
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 the best
So fuck chief
His ass die
When I load tec

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