Luyện nghe bài hát DattaWay

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

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

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Money and that bullshit walk
Know feet sore
I grind forever, forever, eat legal like a weed store
On my monster shit, they call me
We could go to war, bleed more
you pussies wetter than a seashore
Don't come around here detour

On my Eazy-E, never put my gat
In the daytime, a matinee
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 to pitching yay
Screaming I hope I go back
But I did though, gotta get it how I though
My ribs touch I send it thru ya slow
Real slow, I live for, getting money, fucking bitches 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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DattaWay (over like)
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Fuck how feel (aye)
This is ill (aye)
I'm to it (aye)
Pushing that
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Eastside's my hood
Do this shit for my hood
Get rich, ball out, then shoot it to my hood niggas
Fantasized pocket size
My wide, it's all good nigga
If you petrified or testified, I to God, I'm a deal with ya
Used to bomb shit, Al-Qaeda Molotov, and still wit it
Celebrate, mazel tov, blow the froth, hit it
Knock em' off for popping off & talking loud, we talk
Poppin' jaws & talking off yo noggin' now you walk
We don't have no feels wit it, on the inside, we
It be neutralized a lot of times, when it's time to ride, we go
WarCity my city nigga, if you want war, you in the place
Mickey City, you'll get a Mickey, while we sittin', smilin' in yo damn face
And I'm a be

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