Luyện nghe bài hát DattaWay

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

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Fuck how they (aye)
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I'm to it (aye)
that wheel

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

On my Eazy-E, never put my gat
In the daytime, a matinee
You on ya 2Pac, searching for a 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 back to yay
Screaming I I don't go back
But I did though, gotta get it how I though
My ribs I send it thru ya ribs 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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Fuck how feel (aye)
This is ill (aye)
I'm to it (aye)
Pushing wheel
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Eastside's my hood
Do this for my hood nigga
Get rich, out, then shoot it back to my hood niggas
Fantasized pocket size
My pockets wide, it's all nigga
If you petrified or testified, I swear to God, I'm a with ya
to bomb shit, Al-Qaeda ties Molotov, and still wit it
Celebrate, tov, blow the froth, then hit it
Knock em' off for popping off & loud, we don't 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, it's time to ride, we go dumb
WarCity my city nigga, if you want war, you in the right
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)
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Fuck how they (aye)
This is ill (aye)
I'm to it (aye)
Pushing wheel