Luyện nghe bài hát Care To Say About It

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

Imma a thing for the arm and hammer
Before these niggas was even thinkin' about
Little nigga off Balton Road
With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy
Don't try one take 6 of us
Plus you might get shot no (okay)
in real life
til my
Lights cut off and is fucked off
Til them and kept me in Miami ducked off
on Biscayne
Ride in the
magic like we in Orlando
And where your go
And where her go
that around automatically mando
If her feet fucked up out her sandals
On mob shit like Marlon Brando
Smoking weed trappin' standing under the post
For real all a nigga ever
Was come up on a bag around and get another one
Then how I came up on a of money
And a bunch of motherfuckers find a way to get it from me
the red tape proceed to rampage
Now a days niggas be so goddamn fake
And I stand things that are pretending
To hear you is so condensing
I say fuck that watch your diamonds in it
Tryna turn myself a monument
Stimulate the
Buy a Rolls Royce and your horse
Niggas loud but got no voice
Better fall in and leave no choice
And I ain't finna about that
And that's all a nigga really care to say about that

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