Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Nobody - 1 Life 2 Live

Cmon ah what? ah,
Cmon, ah, what? ah,
Cmon, cmon, ah,
Ah, 1 life 2 live,
Ah,

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Live, yeah
cats aint ready, Im just too much
When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too
If I aint known you twenty years, I trust you much
Roll with but thugs and hustlers, yeah
I dont care if they down
Imma graduate without the caps and gowns
I used to have a thing for gats and pounds
And I laugh in my cuz you cats is clowns

[babe
Smash you down, patch you
We take yo guns and we yo round
the crown to the new female king
This is real dog, you but a lee nail thing

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the end of the world
We put it all to a and
Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon
And you go us and you all gonna flop
we reign, you gon need more than a mop

1 - cant do it like we do
(what what what what)
Cant nobody do it we do
(what what what)
Cant nobody do it we do
(what what what what)
Cant nobody do it yall do
(what what what)

When we spit, yo we run outta rounds
This is lifeball not football, you bounds
Since some of you houses I be cruisin around
Slow it down cuz I think Im losing you now
For those thats not lost, tell yall to stop
Cuz the union is in here, it up
When they you suppose to duck
Look at them by the bar posing
(say )

blue]
We dont who we toast in here
We get you for how much you gross year
You not a punk, you to fear
Better not out until the coast is clear

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Totin beer, you hatin, sayin how they get a deal that
But even without this rap game I have cash
My mommy wears a money wiz, Im buying vickey secret
to cover her punani hair

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[lil
Uh oh, you didnt I was coming
My people cant stand for the man
To rock without or bad
I can determine chu gon do
Are ya gon play it? are ya gon
The party aint gon start if ya dance
I care if you leave, but you still be my man
I get mad over silly pettyness
I say to hell with it, say oh with it
Timbaland is known watch him make ya ya feet
dope beats, rhyming sound so unique
His beats are like sean and caster troy
Ya need the same identity to find how he
Hes the wicked man, the just begun
Call him the resurrection

Dont try to from ya fear

Dont ya hear the set got in ya

This is the love man talking to

His beats are dope, I try to you
Cant nobody see us in the eight
Or the nine
(freaky freaky)
late
(freaky) youre
(freaky) late
(hey and guys)
Youre

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yall, the public
Is the public
Ya do it so
This out to yall
Quiet storm,
1 life 2
man
Wanna thank
For us
Who we are