Luyện nghe bài hát Care To Say About It

Hack off in her IG, get up in her
Find in it that'll humble that bitch
Get a 8 ball better not fumble that
double that shit
Make a hundred back
It outta be illegal making money like
If it is what everyone says you can't tell

Imma have a for the arm and hammer
Before these niggas was even about Atlanta
Little Bankhead nigga off Road
a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues
Don't try one can't 6 of us
Plus you get shot no fisticuffs (okay)
in real life
til my
Lights cut off and is fucked off
Til and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off
on Biscayne
Ride in the
Abracadabra like we in Orlando
And your bitch go
And her pants go
Turn around automatically mando
If her feet fucked up hanging out her
On mob shit like Marlon Brando
Smoking weed standing under the lamp post
For real all a nigga ever
Was come up on a bag turn and get another one
Then how I up on a bunch of money
And a bunch of motherfuckers tryna a way to get it from me
Avoid the red proceed to rampage
Now a these niggas be so goddamn fake
And I can't stand things are pretending
To hear you is so condensing
I say that watch with your diamonds in it
Tryna turn myself a monument
the economy
Buy a Rolls Royce and hold horse
talk loud but got no voice
Better fall in line and leave no
And I ain't play about that
And that's really all a nigga really to say about that

Dedicated to all the
We bustin'
TIP
RAP
ATL to Raleigh Carolina
But I was born and raised in Snowy 252 Green County all day yeah
I'm from some niggas do die
Some do bust everybody got 5
I never done street shit, just too fly
Get down, lay down, boy we're too
Hood divided I seen it live, seen the drugs, the love
All of it for pride
Use to date a drug dealer in my life
Boons Farm smoke just to pass nights
Potential bigger than a
nigga, look up to me honestly
And my old whip, old shit, the 95
I use to 9 to 5 with in 99
I had a real job fool I legally drive
Return pushin' a ride
Bustin' rhymes, I around, bustin' 9s
Y'all that y'all is wild
Tell ya child they ain't gotta or run the mile
We ran the course so y'all can
Tip 'em the tip of that I tip 'em over
He dead yeah I know it
Mother fuckas should know I'm
Ha ha big bitch uh
Look I walk on water ah
I care to say I care bout
bout love, care bout God
Carry the cross don't get carried
Over flaws mother fuckas they don't care bout us
Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike I punch 'em out
Mother fucka what happened
TIP, RAP it
Mother back how the fuck you feelin' ah