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

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

[1
Live, huh?
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 trust you
Roll with nuthin but and hustlers, yeah
I dont care if 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 is clowns

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

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

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

When we spit, yo we never run outta
This is lifeball not football, you outta
Since some of you peoples houses I be cruisin
Slow it down cuz I think Im losing you now
For those thats not lost, tell yall hoes to
Cuz the is in here, toast it up
When they shoot you suppose to
Look at them by the bar posing
(say )

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

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

1

[lil
Uh oh, you didnt I was coming
My people cant stand for the man
To without or with bad
I can determine chu gon do
Are ya gon play it? are ya gon
The aint gon start if ya dont dance
I dont 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 watch him make ya 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
Call him the resurrection

Dont try to hide from ya

Dont ya hear the set got in ya

This is the love man talking to

His are dope, I try to tell you
Cant see us in the nine eight
Or the nine
(freaky freaky)
late
(freaky) late
(freaky) youre
(hey and guys)
late

1
1

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