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,

[1
Live, yeah
Yall aint ready, Im just too much
When I was young, my said I used to cuss too much
If I aint known you twenty years, I dont trust you
Roll with nuthin but thugs and hustlers,
I care if they crackin down
Imma drug graduate without the caps and
I to have a thing for buying gats and pounds
And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is

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

[1
the end of the world
We put it all to a and
heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon flock
And you go against us and you all gonna
When we reign, you gon more than a mop

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

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

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

[1
Totin beer, you hatin, sayin how they get a deal fast
But even without rap game I still have cash
My mommy a money wiz, Im trickin buying vickey secret
Just to cover her hair

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

Dont try to from ya fear

Dont ya the set got in ya ear?

This is the love man talking to

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

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Like yall, the
Is the public
Ya do it so
This out to yall
storm, z-man
1 2 live
man
Wanna yall
For us
Who we are