Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

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

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

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

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

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

I get her, don't have to sweat her or to get her things
I could dead her or 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 blows me like she me
You knows me, I take whatever life me, shows me
Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money and of that good smoke
jars of 20, tell a few good jokes
But far from funny when you in the hood broke

But see I understand what makes niggas
So I put a hundred just to put you on the land
This ain't what you man

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

You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or
You can see the tiger stripe J from a away
Yellow white and glasses
so sick I don't 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
niggas that keep talking, they usually be informants
That Brooklyn bullshit, you 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 these rapping
They mad my chain the same size as their plaques
That's a fact, let me get mine then after
I'm completely done with rap, you can have it back

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

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, stones in the border
And I just got a divorce so I'm looking for daughter

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, fizzaz to
I'm like shabizzaz with a little pizzaz
I wasn't sworn in to join in
Been since the moment that I was born in

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