Luyện nghe bài hát Da Weight Is Over

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We son
I'm tellin you thugs and fake
Don't one
Just eat the bread I break son

Trying to me
Leavin stuck on one
We son
Ain't goin nowhere until we

Take a from Jay-Z
And flip back like
you God
But look more like Patrick

Believe it you lie
Believe it you ride
By the that we speak
You gonna or die

Like it's time for the real ones to it up
Like time for the killaz son to shut it up

been along time
No the wait
Don't won't no for the thought
Get away the plate

dog
You a no god
Heaven is frown
On whole lame squad

Roc-a-fella crew like you hard
Can't even step up on the streets without your

So up Hova
The is over
You losin all your
Like a 3 leaf

(D.C.P.)
head rockers
most wanted
Biblical heat
Raw beef you don't it
It's bad for your
C-walk all over whole crew
Christ walk with cats like us thru
You got a
Take it up Elohiem
Think you us
playa wak up out your dream
We got bigger than your whole team
Snatchin souls out of
My click be
turn your life around like a U'ie
'cause you headin straight to the
Like a fat
Getting up in the back of the club
Marijuana, liquor snatchin you thugs
Not knowin what the bartender be pourin

I goin
the gates
I'm talkin the pearly ones
Not from feds
gates
We heaven
Gold
Dubs
No bullet Lacs
Devil's at me
Dirty scene
I it all
Baller up
Baller fall

Wanna live life
So
Go ahead and get
No
Before you your life
Boy
The weight is
The world on us
Got the whole son waiting on us
So when we up on this game
Don't be on us
I see you all up like you ready to bust
We of this crap
They on us

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W I S E seekin for
I to snatch em up out the fire
Son hit em and
I that you thug livin
The way you drug dealin
you say that you God
I know that you women
Comin thru the hood like you than rough
But in the of my God
You a speckle of dust
And it's to bow down
it to God
'cause you grillin up
Frontin thinkin you
Bullets ricashay on you hundred dream car
Ego trippin like the world know who you are
You ready for it
But mean that you won't get it
you talk about God
Don't mean that you gonna it
wanna thug
nobody walkin in
Homie Christ His blood
While you lettin off
Eminem I know you to be thug
You talk about Britney Spears
But won't talk Suge
if you do son
Be on the hit list
And when he up out the joint
Get your wig split
keep it gangsta
Then baby boy it real
Knowin you anything
So the people will think you
Know that you Slim
Time to it up
It's for the real one to please stand up