Luyện nghe bài hát Can't Take It Wit Cha

Yo, yeah, was somthin I wanted to say, oh yeah, yo
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All that that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant it wit cha
All that shit that dope get cha (so give it up)
All shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant it wit cha
All shit that dope might get cha (so listen to this shit)

niggaz like money, car's, pussy ho
Pockets on roll true's and vogue's
You sell your as the story is tole
Just a hold on a bitch lookin like
So ya slang em, gangbang em, hang em
And bitches want the but tricks you cant blame em
Got ducket's, fuck it, so ya stuck it
You either Flav it or ya chuck chuck chuck it
Got a big ol' house sit on a hill
Gettin high till you die that's the way you feel
But on the real, I dont give a what you got
'cause it dont mean when yo ass get shot
Why not, most niggaz plot the gloc
And only gloc's go pop pop pop pop
You just cant it if they comin to get cha
And oh yeah, you cant it wit cha

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All shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You cant it wit cha
All shit that dope might get cha (none of that)
All shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You take it wit cha

You might get you a house, a woman, and a baby
If you go crazy first
And tell me what's bein broke or a hearse (huh)
Money is a man's curse, but still
We got to dollar bills,
'cause if I cant see it then the shit real
I live, crackhead heaven 24-7
No hope for the city of
It no heaven, god dont like my hood
my hood is hell and it aint no good
Got money to the oh what a feelin
O.G. dealin, Caps get and next
Ho's want checks for sex
Pussy's get recked shoved through they neck
No respect, you get no so he hit cha
Snap your love a picture
Ho you cant it wit cha

(CHORUS)
All that that dope might get cha (when you die)
You take it wit cha
All that shit dope might get cha (none of that)
All shit that dope might get cha (when you die)
You take it wit cha

You take it wit cha, no love, no lust
No one, no gun, no cap to
All the things in life ever had
Get zipped and in the bodybag
What's left? Life after death, you know
When you die, you might the people you owe
Death row, where we all gon' go
Sell your soul to the devil get a tag on toe
Oh no, no more bitches and
Get a trip to the morgue for your circumsision
What the fuck? You dont what from what
'cause they even took your dick and nuts
Man you cant it wit cha

(CHORUS)
All that shit that might get cha (when you die)
You cant it wit cha
All that that dope might get cha (none of that)
All that that dope might get cha (when you die)
You take it wit cha