Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

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

I spell evil backwards, I live
If money's the root to evil fuck it, I'm an evil bastard
You know that diesel acid when it reach the
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 savings in a gym bag

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

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

I could get her, don't to sweat her or to get her things
I could dead her or feel better just to let her
When you met her she was than Coretta King
Y'all lived together, she was gonna get a wedding

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

But see I understand what makes 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 every track I'm
It's a fact I'ma be a factor and the season
I pull my strap and
Come out with a pack of demons that'll the pastor bleeding

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

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

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

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

Drip the little grip, I could 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 divorce so I'm looking for daughter

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

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

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

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

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

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