Luyện nghe bài hát Change

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Real nigga, I won't
I'm straight you keep change
My youngins keep them
Try me you get changed
Change, change, wit' me you might get changed
Change, change, nigga betta use yo brain

1]
Pull up wit' my shooters in the
Black gloves, skully and a black tee
All my young strapped and they clap heat
Real talk we ain't for of that rap beef
30 shots in my PRPs, aimin' at ya r-i-bs
niggas that's all I need
War lot of RIPs
Louie shoes, Louie shirt stuntin'
jeans, wheat Timbs that's nothin'
Lil Bibby he the man, can't him
Lotta guns, hoes they bussin'
Wit' the squad over east Es up
Got some in the Wic, throwin' 3s up
Tried to 'em, but they ain't believe us
me slow down, but I just speed up
Real nigga what'chu know me
Got some young hittas they'll bout me
Hatin' ass niggas doubt me
Meanwhile all these record labels wanna me
Swear to God, nigga can't fake it
Real gotta see one make it
All black everything, I'm
Gotta pocket Bens, come take it

2]
Walkin' round tec on me
die for my respect homie
Outta town that work
My callin' just to check on me
Get or get left nigga
These bills gon' pay theyself nigga
I don't yo help nigga
Move damn thing myself nigga
I be in the field all my niggas street
niggas load straps, then murda guys
And I heard niggas snitchin' on the other
bro they tryna give my nigga 35
Feel like shit all wrong
I was fucked up, who could I call on
My pride never let a nigga hit phone
Niggas choosin' sides, I'm like what y'all on
that's my nigga since grade school
And you dissin' on me, bro that ain't cool
Why you actin' hard bruh, you know ain't you
I'm like fuck it man I guess what the fame do
2 Bs bitch I'm the dude
Street code, I follow the same
I'm like Mike, my they can't lose
You ain't real, my you can't fool