Luyện nghe bài hát Da Weight Is Over

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

Trying to me
stuck on phase one
We son
goin nowhere until we done

Take a track from
And flip back crazy
you God
But look like Patrick Swayze

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

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

It's been along
No the wait
Don't no food for the thought
Get away from the

dog
You a no god
Heaven is gonna
On your whole lame

crew frontin like you hard
Can't even step up on the streets without bodyguard

So listen up
The wait is
You losin all luck
Like a 3 clover

(D.C.P.)
Bandanna rockers
most wanted
Biblical heat
Raw beef you don't it
It's bad for your
all over your whole crew
Christ walk with cats us come thru
You got a
Take it up Elohiem
you stoppin us
Then playa wak up out dream
We got bodyguards than your whole team
souls out of ya'll
My be unseen
Better turn life around like a U'ie
you headin straight to the fire
Like a fat
Getting up in the back of the club
Marijuana, liquor souls you thugs
Not even what the bartender be pourin

I ain't
the gates
I'm talkin about the pearly
Not runnin feds
gates
We bound
Gold
Dubs
No proofs Lacs
bustin at me
Dirty scene
I it all
Baller up
Baller must

Wanna live your
So
Go and get high
No
you lose your life
Boy
The weight is
The waiting on us
Got the whole son waiting on us
So when we step up on game
be hatin on us
I see you all grilled up like you ready to
We tired of this
waitin on us

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W I S E seekin for
I come to snatch em up out the
Son hit em and
I know that you livin
The way that you dealin
you say that you God
I know that you love
Comin thru the hood you rougher than rough
But in the of my God
You just a speckle of
And it's to bow down
it to God
'cause you grillin up
Frontin thinkin you
Bullets ricashay on you hundred grand car
Ego trippin like the whole world who you are
You ready for it
But don't that you won't get it
Like you talk God
Don't that you gonna live it
Everybody wanna
walkin in love
Homie shed His blood
While you lettin off
Eminem I know you to be thug
You wanna talk about Spears
But won't about Suge
if you do son
Be on the next hit
And he come up out the joint
Get your wig split
Wanna keep it
Then baby boy it real
you sayin anything
So the will think you real
Know that you Shady
Time to it up
It's time for the real one to stand up