Luyện nghe bài hát DattaWay

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I don't nothing, not even God
Boy my like Vietnam
For a bucks in my bleeding palms, what we had to do & we eatin' now
Learn the ropes, got the now
Hard life got me now
Now my music shit is the new
my first verse, they fiendin' now
Y'all don't know the bullshit I've been tho, seen
Got us babysitting, pacifying, kush, leaning now
Just to fight back the demons in our screaming out
loud, gotta screen em' out
Another day, what we about
get there first
Then safe with a mean amount
Stead hearse
a long road the greenest mile
We don't wanna thirst, we need the
in abundance, here and now
They don't wanna work hard to get it, they think it come easy, in denial
Get the fuck from me I'm a be

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Fuck how feel (aye)
shit is ill (aye)
I'm to it (aye)
Pushing wheel

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Money and that bullshit walk
Know your feet
I grind forever, shine forever, eat legal like a weed
On my monster shit, they call me
We could go to war, you'll more
Have you pussies wetter a seashore
Don't come here better detour

On my Eazy-E, put my gat away
In the daytime, like a
You on ya 2Pac, for a better day
No witness, how I get away
On my Wilt shit, trying to fuck a a day
No talk, no bullshit, no
On my get rich, got me back to yay
Screaming I hope I go back
But I did though, get it how I live though
My ribs I send it thru ya ribs slow
Real slow, what I live for, getting money, fucking at the same time
You my nigga, you could hit me on the line
Guess it's hard for you to me in the daytime
I'm

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This is ill (aye)
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Pushing that
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Eastside's my nigga
Do this for my hood nigga
Get rich, ball out, shoot it back to my hood niggas
Fantasized bout size
My pockets wide, all good nigga
If you petrified or testified, I swear to God, I'm a deal ya
Used to bomb shit, ties Molotov, and still wit it
Celebrate, tov, blow the froth, then hit it
em' off for popping off & talking loud, we don't talk
Poppin' & talking off yo noggin' now you won't walk
We have no feels wit it, on the inside, we numb
It be a lot of times, when it's time to ride, we go dumb
my city nigga, if you want war, you in the right place
Mickey City, get slipped a Mickey, while we sittin', smilin' in yo damn face
And I'm a be

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DattaWay (over like)
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Fuck how feel (aye)
shit is ill (aye)
I'm to it (aye)
that wheel