Luyện nghe bài hát Change

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Real nigga, I won't
I'm you keep that change
My youngins them thangs
Try me you gon' get
Change, change, fuck wit' me you might get
Change, change, fuck nigga betta use yo

1]
Pull up wit' my in the backseat
Black gloves, skully and a black tee
All my young strapped and they clap heat
Real talk we for none of that rap beef
30 in my PRPs, aimin' straight at ya r-i-bs
niggas that's all I need
War time lot of
Louie shoes, shirt that stuntin'
Robin jeans, wheat that's nothin'
Lil Bibby he the man, can't him
Lotta guns, lotta hoes they
Wit' the over east throwin' Es up
Got some in the Wic, throwin' 3s up
Tried to tell 'em, but they believe us
me slow down, but I just speed up
Real what'chu know bout me
Got some young hittas they'll blow me
ass niggas wanna doubt me
Meanwhile all these labels wanna scout me
Swear to God, young nigga fake it
Real nigga gotta see one it
All everything, I'm racist
Gotta pocket fulla Bens, come it

2]
Walkin' witta tec on me
I'll die for my homie
Outta town work triple
My mama callin' just to on me
Get or get left nigga
These bills ain't gon' pay theyself
I don't need yo help
every damn thing myself nigga
I be in the all my niggas street certified
Young niggas load straps, then murda
And I heard snitchin' on the other side
bro they tryna give my nigga 35
Feel shit goin' all wrong
I was fucked up, who could I call on
My pride let a nigga hit y'all phone
Niggas choosin' sides, I'm like that's y'all on
that's my nigga since grade school
And you sneak on me, bro that ain't cool
Why you actin' hard bruh, you know ain't you
I'm like it man I guess that's what the fame do
2 Bs bitch I'm the dude
Street code, I follow the rules
I'm like Mike, my squad can't lose
You ain't real, my squad you can't