Luyện nghe bài hát Da Weight Is Over

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We son
I'm you thugs and fake ones
blaze one
Just eat the bread that I son

to stop me
Leavin stuck on one
We son
Ain't goin until we done

Take a track Jay-Z
And flip back crazy
you God
But look more like Swayze

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

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

been along time
No the wait
won't no food for the thought
Get away from the

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

Roc-a-fella frontin like you hard
Can't even step up on the streets your bodyguard

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

(D.C.P.)
Bandanna rockers
Hell's wanted
Biblical busters
Raw beef you want it
bad for your blood
C-walk all your whole crew
Christ walk cats like us come thru
You got a
it up with Elohiem
Think you us
Then playa wak up out dream
We got bodyguards bigger than your team
Snatchin souls out of
My click be
Better turn your around like a U'ie
'cause you straight to the fire
a fat dubie
Getting chocked up in the of the club
Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you
Not knowin what the bartender be pourin

I ain't
Hittin the
I'm about the pearly ones
Not runnin from
gates
We heaven
streets
Dubs
No bullet proofs
bustin at me
Dirty scene
I it all
blow up
Baller fall

Wanna live life
So
Go ahead and get
No
Before you lose life
Boy
The is over
The waiting on us
Got the whole world son on us
So when we step up on this
be hatin on us
I see you all grilled up you ready to bust
We of this crap
waitin on us

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W I S E for souls
I to snatch em up out the fire
Son hit em and
I know that you thug
The way that you drug
you say you God fearin
I know that you women
Comin thru the hood you rougher than rough
But in the of my God
You just a of dust
And it's time to bow
it to God
'cause you grillin up
Frontin you hard
Bullets ricashay on you hundred dream car
Ego trippin like the whole know who you are
You ain't for it
But don't that you won't get it
you talk about God
Don't mean that you live it
Everybody thug
nobody in love
Homie shed His blood
While you off slugs
I know you claim to be thug
You wanna talk Britney Spears
But won't talk about
if you do son
Be on the hit list
And when he come up out the
Get whole wig split
Wanna keep it
Then baby boy keep it
you sayin anything
So the people think you real
Know you Slim Shady
Time to it up
It's for the real one to please stand up