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
Learn the ropes, got the now
Hard got me meaner now
Now my music shit is the new
Drop my first verse, they now
Y'all don't know the bullshit I've been tho, around
Got us babysitting, pacifying, kush, leaning now
Just to fight back the demons in our screaming out
Screaming loud, gotta em' out
Another day, we dream about
Gotta get first
Then another safe with a mean
Stead hearse
It's a long road the mile
We don't wanna thirst, we need the
in abundance, here and now
They don't wanna work hard to get it, think it come easy, they in denial
Get the from around me I'm a be

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

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Money talk and that walk
Know your sore
I grind forever, shine forever, eat legal like a weed
On my monster shit, call me Egor
We could go to war, you'll more
Have you wetter than a seashore
Don't come around here better

On my Eazy-E, put my gat away
In the daytime, a matinee
You on ya 2Pac, searching for a day
No witness, that's how I get
On my Wilt shit, trying to fuck a a day
No talk, no bullshit, no
On my get rich, got me back to yay
I hope I don't go back
But I did though, gotta get it how I though
My ribs touch I send it thru ya ribs
Real slow, what I for, getting money, fucking bitches at the same time
You my nigga, you hit me on the main line
it's hard for you to catch 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 shit for my hood nigga
Get rich, ball out, then shoot it to my hood niggas
Fantasized bout pocket
My pockets wide, it's all good
If you petrified or testified, I swear to God, I'm a deal 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' & talking off yo noggin' now you won't walk
We don't 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 city nigga, if you war, you in the right place
Mickey City, you'll get slipped a Mickey, while we sittin', 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)
that wheel