Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

I've been having some deep when that L blowin'
Niggas in know it when you do it
Do it yourself and tell no one
You see shells blowin'? I go to hell knowin'
That I had them eagles down like Terrell Owens

I evil backwards, I gotta live
If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil
You know diesel acid when it reach the masses
I swear to God, it'll burn, turn these streets to

in the charger, still smoking, L's laughing
I'm coaching 'The call me Samuel L. Jackson
been fags, funny like Sinbad
Me, I'm from the hood, my life in a gym bag

I'm flamin' the 40, I even sorry
If you with kids then I put your brain on your shorty
I ain't open that damn for the fame and the glory
I was hoping to like Damien Marley

Ayo, I'm living better, second with a set of wings
Butter leather, sweater and some better bling
Black beretta, these better not have said a thing
For the cheddar, I'm not a forgetter or regret a

I could get her, don't have to sweat her or to get her
I could her or feel better just to let her cling
When you met her she was better Coretta King
lived together, she was gonna get a wedding ring

She chose me and me like she owes me
You knows me, I take whatever life throws me, me
Girls don't like boys, they like cars, and some of that good smoke
Kush jars of 20, tell a few jokes
But far from funny when you in the hood broke

But see I understand what niggas underhand
So I put a grand just to put you on the land
This what you wanted man

I'm a problem for every rapper breathing, on every track I'm
It's a I'ma be a factor and wrap the season
I pull my strap and
Come out with a pack of demons that'll leave the bleeding

You gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming
You can see the tiger stripe J from a away
Yellow white and glasses
Chain's so I don't need a piece for it
I can the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it

I'm strapped if you look you can see the Taurus
Hate niggas that keep talking, they be informants
Brooklyn bullshit, you better believe, I'm on it
You know if my would wanted
(Flow)
Put G's up on it

But naw, I don't get along with rapping cats
They mad my chain the same size as platinum plaques
That's a fact, let me get mine then after
I'm completely with rap, you cats can have it back

Heaven hammering thoughts for the winter
thoughts for the winter
These long john weather fiends in shorts in the winter
it snows in the winter, hope you getting my drift
And you hold your head back when you getting the drip

Drip the little grip, I cover the order
When I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a
See the cross all flooded, little in the border
And I just got a so I'm looking for Run's daughter

Tell the Rev that I'm with some evils
The sunshine on him the coupe still a see through
women, Antik Denim
His pockets gotta be nauseous, the man's keep

Trickin' on niggas, throw a kiddie on 'em
My niggas'll seek 'em, empty out the semis on 'em
You'd rather spit on God then go him
They was second then squad up convinced 'em

can't take me in a dark gray Jag
Seats the leather as the Mark J bag
Jaz, the kind of bitch the Narcs may tag
'Cause I'm bringing the of butter like Parque had

Y'know, I ain't a hoe that'll a nickel of herb
The bitch need a stack that's as thick as a curb
And you might catch a chick in the
Maybe 'cause I'm nice with the nails, and slick with the

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, to spizzaz
I'm like shabizzaz with a little pizzaz
I sworn in just to join in
Been family the moment that I was born in

And getting is hereditary
California kush got my eyes red as cherry
These bitches waiting on their payday
I'm in the XK8 with the of an ex-Playmate
And I'm still the SK straight, nigga