Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

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

I spell evil backwards, I live
If money's the to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard
You know that diesel acid when it reach the
I swear to God, burn, turn these streets to ashes

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

I'm flamin' the 40, I ain't sorry
If you with your kids then I put your brain on 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 letter with a set of
Butter leather, hoody sweater and some better
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 her or to get her things
I could her or feel better just to let her cling
you met her she was better than Coretta King
Y'all together, she was gonna get a wedding ring

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

But see I what makes niggas underhand
So I put a hundred grand just to put you on the
ain't 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 and squeezing
Come out with a pack of demons that'll the pastor bleeding

You ain't ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming
You can see the tiger J from a mile away
white and glasses geaming
Chain's so sick I need a piece for it
I can hear the streets talking, I you to reach for it

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

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

Heaven hammering sport for the winter
Summer for the winter
These long john fiends come in shorts in the winter
Sure it in the winter, hope you getting my drift
And you should hold your head when you getting the drip

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

the Rev that I'm dealing with some evils
The sunshine on him 'cause the coupe still a see
Danky women, Denim
His gotta be nauseous, the man's keep spinnin'

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

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

Y'know, I a hoe that'll want a nickel of herb
The street bitch need a that's as thick as a curb
And you might a chick in the 'burbs
Maybe 'cause I'm nice the nails, and slick with the verbs

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, to spizzaz
I'm like better shabizzaz with a little
I wasn't sworn in just to in
Been family since the moment that I was in

And money is hereditary
That California kush got my red as cherry
bitches waiting on their next payday
I'm in the XK8 the body of an ex-Playmate
And I'm still holding the SK straight,