Luyện nghe bài hát DattaWay

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I don't fear nothing, not God
Boy my hood's Vietnam
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 is the new dope
my first verse, they fiendin' now
Y'all don't know the bullshit I've been tho, around
Got us babysitting, pacifying, blowing kush, now
Just to fight back the in our heads screaming out
loud, gotta screen em' out
Another day, what we dream
Gotta get there
Then another safe with a mean
another hearse
It's a long road the mile
We don't wanna thirst, we the Nile
Everything in abundance, 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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Pushing wheel

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Money and that bullshit walk
Know your sore
I grind forever, shine forever, eat legal a weed store
On my monster shit, call me Egor
We could go to war, you'll bleed
Have you pussies than a seashore
Don't around 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, that's how I get
On my shit, trying to fuck a bitch a day
No talk, no bullshit, no
On my get rich, got me to pitching yay
Screaming I hope I don't go
But I did though, gotta get it how I live
My ribs touch I send it thru ya ribs
Real slow, I live for, getting money, fucking bitches at the same time
You my nigga, you could hit me on the main
Guess it's for you to catch me in the daytime
I'm

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

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that wheel