Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

I've been having some deep when that L blowin'
Niggas in jail know it you do it
Do it and never tell no one
You see them shells blowin'? I go to knowin'
That I had them sitting down like Terrell Owens

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

Dope in the charger, smoking, L's laughing
I'm 'The Carter' call me Samuel L. Jackson
Niggas been fags, funny 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 brain on your shorty
I ain't open that damn block for the and the glory
I was hoping to Jamrock's like Damien

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

I could get her, don't have to sweat her or to get her
I could dead her or feel better just to let her
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 she owes me
You me, I take whatever life throws me, shows me
Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money and some of good smoke
Kush jars of 20, tell a few jokes
But far from funny when you in the hood broke

But see I what makes niggas underhand
So I put a hundred grand to put you on the land
ain't what you wanted man

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

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

I'm strapped if you closely you can see the Taurus
niggas that keep talking, they usually be informants
That 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 with these rapping cats
They mad my the same size as their platinum plaques
a fact, let me get mine then after that
I'm completely with rap, you cats can have it back

hammering sport thoughts for the winter
Summer for the winter
These long weather fiends come in shorts in the winter
it snows in the winter, hope you getting my drift
And you should your head back when you getting the drip

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

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

Trickin' on niggas, throw a lil' on 'em
My niggas'll seek 'em, they empty out the on 'em
rather spit on God then go against him
They was second guessing then up convinced 'em

They take me in a dark gray Jag
Seats the leather as the Mark J bag
Jaz, the kind of bitch that the may tag
'Cause I'm bringing the kind of butter Parque had

Y'know, I ain't a hoe want a nickel of herb
The street bitch a stack 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 better shabizzaz with a little pizzaz
I wasn't sworn in just to in
Been since the moment that I was born in

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