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

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

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Live, yeah
Yall aint ready, Im just too much
When I was young, my mamma I used to cuss too much
If I aint known you twenty years, I dont you much
Roll with nuthin but thugs and hustlers,
I dont care if crackin down
Imma drug graduate the caps and gowns
I to have 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 yo round
Pass the crown to the new king
This is 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 heads and dimes, yeah, all gon flock
And you go against us and you all gonna
we reign, you gon need more than a mop

1 - cant nobody do it we do
(what what what what)
nobody do it like 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
is lifeball not football, you outta bounds
Since some of you houses I be cruisin around
Slow it down cuz I think that Im you now
For those thats not lost, tell yall hoes to
Cuz the is in here, toast it up
they shoot you suppose to duck
Look at them by the bar posing
(say )

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

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

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Uh oh, you think I was coming
My cant stand for the little man
To rock without or bad
I can determine chu gon do
Are ya gon it? are ya gon move?
The party aint gon start if ya dont
I care if you leave, but you still be my man
I dont get mad over silly
I say to hell with it, say oh with it
Timbaland is known him make ya move ya feet
dope beats, rhyming sound so unique
His beats are like sean archer and troy
Ya need the same to find how he soars
Hes the wicked man, the wicked begun
him timbaland the resurrection

Dont try to hide from ya

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 eight
Or the nine
(freaky freaky)
late
(freaky) late
(freaky) late
(hey and guys)
Youre

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