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

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

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

Believe it you 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
Like time for the killaz son to shut it up

It's been time
No longer the
Don't won't no food for the
Get from the plate

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

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

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

(D.C.P.)
Bandanna rockers
Hell's wanted
Biblical heat
Raw beef you don't it
It's bad for your
C-walk all over whole crew
Christ walk with like us come thru
You got a
Take it up with
Think you us
Then playa wak up out dream
We got bodyguards bigger your whole team
Snatchin out of ya'll
My click be
Better turn life around like a U'ie
'cause you headin straight to the
a fat dubie
Getting chocked up in the back of the
Marijuana, souls snatchin you thugs
Not even knowin what the be pourin

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

Wanna your life
So
Go ahead and get
No
Before you lose life
Boy
The weight is
The waiting on us
Got the world son waiting on us
So when we step up on this
be hatin 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 for souls
I to snatch em up out the fire
Son hit em and
I know that you livin
The way that you dealin
you say you God fearin
I know you love women
Comin thru the hood like you rougher than
But in the of my God
You just a of dust
And it's to bow down
it to God
'cause you grillin up
Frontin thinkin you
Bullets ricashay on you hundred grand car
Ego like the whole world know who you are
You ready for it
But mean that you won't get it
Like you about God
Don't that you gonna live it
wanna thug
nobody in love
Christ shed His blood
While you lettin off
I know you claim to be thug
You wanna talk about Britney
But won't talk Suge
if you do son
Be on the hit list
And when he come up out the
Get your wig split
keep it gangsta
Then boy keep it real
Knowin you sayin
So the people will think you
Know that you Shady
to switch it up
It's time for the real one to please up