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

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

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

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Smash you down, you down
We take yo guns and we blast yo
Pass the crown to the new king
is real dog, you nuthin but a lee nail thing

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

1 - nobody 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 do it like yall do
(what what what)

When we spit, yo we never run outta
This is lifeball not football, you bounds
Since some of you peoples houses I be around
Slow it cuz I think that Im losing you now
For those not lost, tell yall hoes to stop
Cuz the union is in here, it up
When shoot you suppose to duck
Look at by the bar posing drunk
(say )

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We care who we toast in here
We get you for how you gross this year
You not a punk, you to fear
Better not come out the coast is clear

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Totin beer, you hatin, sayin how they get a that fast
But even without this rap I still have cash
My mommy a money wiz, Im trickin buying vickey secret
Just to her punani hair

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

Dont try to hide ya fear

Dont ya the set got in ya ear?

This is the love man youre to

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

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