Luyện nghe bài hát DattaWay

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I don't fear nothing, not God
Boy my hood's like
For a couple in my bleeding palms, what 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 verse, they fiendin' now
Y'all don't know the bullshit I've been tho, seen
Got us babysitting, pacifying, blowing kush, now
Just to fight back the demons in our screaming out
Screaming loud, gotta em' out
Another day, what we dream
Gotta get there
another safe with a mean amount
another hearse
It's a road the greenest mile
We don't wanna thirst, we the Nile
in abundance, here and now
They wanna 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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DattaWay (over like)
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Fuck how feel (aye)
shit is ill (aye)
I'm to it (aye)
that wheel

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Money talk and that walk
Know feet sore
I grind forever, shine forever, eat legal like a store
On my shit, they call me Egor
We could go to war, you'll bleed
Have you pussies wetter than a
Don't come around here better

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 though
My ribs touch I it thru ya ribs slow
Real slow, what I for, getting money, fucking bitches at the same time
You my nigga, you hit me on the main line
Guess hard for you to catch me in the daytime
I'm

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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 that
3]

Eastside's my nigga
Do this shit for my nigga
Get rich, ball out, shoot it back to my hood niggas
Fantasized bout size
My pockets wide, it's all nigga
If you petrified or testified, I swear to God, I'm a 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 & loud, we don't talk
Poppin' jaws & off yo noggin' now you won't walk
We don't have no feels wit it, on the inside, we
It be neutralized a lot of times, when time 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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DattaWay (over like)
(aye)
Fuck how feel (aye)
shit is ill (aye)
I'm to it (aye)
Pushing wheel