Luyện nghe bài hát Careless

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah, gold crown, top down as I with a bad ho
Yeah, I-9, Chicago
I got the weed and the pussy, but the money on my though
I got a line on the pack
A thangs on the scale, motherfucker, can you buy that?
She pop the pussy and that
And suck a as I get twisted and listen to Do or Die rap
Freddie Kane, young
I off the band wit' the bowls of the strong
Nigga gettin' paid from the that I record
Here, My Lord, the pack when a nigga came home
Told my nigga we be smokin' and chokin', rollin', all the same
and still thuggin', it's all a game
Real nigga to cash out
I need my rims on my when I pull them bitches off the lot
the cops, cop the drop
And hoes be on my jock for my high
Cops out watchin', but this never stop
Ta-da-da, what you
And this paper 'em out
she know? Ain't no doubt

God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
God I got a

And I don't to be so careless, baby, eh
One thing on my mind, it's the way I up
So catch no feelings
Girl, you playin' the motherfuckin' realest
I'm a tell you one more time

I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And hoes, I got a lot, got a lot, got a lot
hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
God I got a

Yeah, crown, top down as I cruise with a bad ho
Yeah, I-5, on the Coast
And I done been around the
But in Cali, roll the best dope
and palm trees, I'm on when I came here
'Hood was up north, I pushed to the yay
Shout-out my niggas, I got a ton the weight in
my thugs, I'm pullin' dubs in the state pen
Fuckin' with Frederico
actin' monkey, my clip, I got a banana
Rollin' with guerillas, these niggas don't no banter
I just might go flippin', go back and forth with hammers
Nigga, we be and chokin', rollin', it's all the same
Druggin' and still thuggin', it's all a
Full on the K thing
I got a shotty in the motherfuckin' trunk, nigga, don't get
Fuck the cops, drop
And these feds be on my block, roundabout, and watch
But this thuggin' never
Get rock, what you thought?
And these haters talk a lot, ain't pop a hundred shots

God I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And you I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
God I got a

And I mean to be so careless, baby, eh
One thing on my mind, it's the way I up
So catch no feelings
Girl, you playin' wit' the realest
I'm a tell you one more time

I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And hoes, I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
And she I got a lot, I got a lot, I got a lot
God I got a