Luyện nghe bài hát Da Weight Is Over

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We son
I'm tellin you and fake ones
blaze one
Just eat the bread I break son

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

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

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

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

It's been time
No the wait
Don't won't no for the thought
Get from the plate

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

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

So up Hova
The is over
You losin all luck
Like a 3 clover

(D.C.P.)
Bandanna head
Hell's wanted
Biblical busters
Raw you don't want it
It's bad for your
C-walk all your whole crew
Christ walk with cats like us come
You got a
it up with Elohiem
Think you us
Then playa wak up out your
We got bodyguards bigger your whole team
Snatchin out of ya'll
My be unseen
turn your life around like a U'ie
'cause you straight to the fire
Like a fat
chocked up in the back of the club
Marijuana, liquor souls snatchin you
Not even what the bartender be pourin

I ain't
the gates
I'm talkin the pearly ones
Not from feds
Hittin
We bound
Gold
Dubs
No bullet proofs
Devil's at me
Dirty south
I it all
Baller up
Baller must

Wanna live your
So
Go and get high
No
Before you lose your
Boy
The is over
The waiting 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 grilled up like you ready to
We tired of 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 know that you thug
The way you drug dealin
you say you God fearin
I know you love 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 you hard
Bullets on you hundred grand dream car
Ego trippin like the world know who you are
You ain't for it
But mean that you won't get it
you talk about God
Don't mean you gonna live it
wanna thug
nobody in love
Christ shed His blood
While you lettin off
Eminem I know you to be thug
You wanna talk about Britney
But won't about Suge
if you do son
Be on the hit list
And he come up out the joint
Get whole wig split
Wanna keep it
Then baby boy keep it
Knowin you anything
So the will think you real
Know that you Slim
to switch it up
It's time for the real one to please up