Luyện nghe bài hát Caine House

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

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

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Two of my got killed
the hollow point tips
Cepts it looks like
point five million
From narcotic sells
Gang signs thats
Seventy two incarcerated
All becouse my hood floss bloody
On the
That playa shit
Is what brings type of drama
What a need to start doin
Is just your mama
me in the game for 8 years
So my nigga catch stripes
In the middle of the
Seein smoke pipes
Dub an coniac
me deal with these phonies
Busters sellin for g's that I
the back to ponies
I got hommies with l's on they
Who fell the crack
And shank's under they mattress
Where you
When will you
When glocks
To pop cops
a mil of these blocks
Ride in drop
Be foolin g-nocks
Dont trust those
choose to squish and let em squeel
Go and trust em
You'll have no money screamin
To tha ba-bang
The drummin like solo
Hold on en vogue
Put out endo
Let the window
to our set
Seventeen to mix the bullshit
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 so fatel
On talk to no one
Sometimes it to the point i
Cock my ho's see what I'm

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The is smokin
Thats why my
Has been this hell
For the thug life up on the
And to the cell
use is what
They caught me with a
An do they got probable
They did take no time
use of prison
Took another man hood
They choose next
Up under the
They say all good
But I was
know any better
Although I did out the bootcamp
Fly to give a seven
Years of teirs
My hommies pourin
I guess henny
be life of what a thug lives
My only
wont be my last
But heres a tip for these
Next time I'm goin out with a
So if you look up in black man's
of straight madness
Ready to you down
the ground
For all my teachers
your souls up
If your up
Dont up
We do or die
And you we
Straight

Nigga I got back
You got
Lets it comin
your guns in the air
Uh-uh no for runnin
miss the gunnin
Its do or die
When we out
Niggero you
leave the scene
And go and out
An the trippin
Trippin an
Lets get to
gonna die
Becouse he
my hommie flippin
Swole and a broke jaw
that
My you dead an gone
But you better
Im bustin
Aint got no
For
Who wanna trip
You done his jaw
You done my law
So now I to dip
Now
Up on ass
With this nine
You fuckin with a ho
You fuckin 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 ill kill this basterd
To war zone grab chrome
Plus the that matches
is a must
Thats why I'm kickin
These bhn straight be trippin
Cus the hood I from
Thats why I'm
be jackin
Cus these ho's don't want
Cant get
this mo
Im talkin player
Got on the side
Whose bitin
By spittin
I got my
Off of
to try it out
What me do it
It was when I ride out
From north or
To the east to the
Who the best
So fuck chief
His ass die
I load this tec

To niggas in the pen
Who got sent up for bullshit
Yea pullin triggas fo' bigger
Thats it them niggas to this game
And some of these niggas ain't hommies
The niggas you think are hommies are not your hommies
So when you 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