Luyện nghe bài hát Dealing

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At time all I do is pray and cry homie
Cause I call home somebody dyin' on me
And every time I look somebody lyin' on me
Mr. Cheney Mr. steady spyin' on me
I got one in the grave one foot in the gutter
One foot on the lens one foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop so I can breathe, man I'm grindin
Play record no pause fast forward
The is the light, but absolutely blindin
And niggas feel the pain on they when you remind them
About them project walls that we in
About them six by eight we linin'
on consignment
A lost his iron and club behind the diamond
The cops hit him with a
He back they hit him with a slug
Then the judge hit him a dub
His baby mama up
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2]
I was born to with the fake
Wrestle Jake
Lay real low in the with the snakes
Torment them with the when they raise they head
And I'm sorta like Elijah cause I raise they dead
After they stink and rot for days in the grave that I from
Deport the dead part of the game then the flows
Flood the industry three quarters of life
I'm takin this world of to war with a mic
Please God back me as I swing the sword of the
Wavy hair eyes
Not entirely
these devils go to war with they squad
After war show them to the party with God
I stroll the blocks a dope man bop
I'm high
My team shine supreme we on you amateurs
I stay big fedoras
Charcoal grey tweed coat jeans and diadoras

3]
Ya'll niggas really really ready for Muhammad because I'm hungry
Grimey and
I want ya mind the money
Don't get me wrong, I want and all that
But if that's your only in rap you all wack
I make the untrue niggas head sweat skull caps
back launchin a bolo makin they skull crack
Singin dull raps
Like was hot shit
Shit, I was sayin that in the 80s
When was rockin emblems off the back of Mercedes
On rope
Back when niggas thought of rocks outta cocaine
I was hot then, a little poor spittin the vicious
Flavor delicious poetic shit
I in the ring like P. Whitaker
One get rid a ya
I even consider ya for battle
You on speed I'm full throttle
to be in clubs tossing chairs and cracked bottles
Ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes
Livin leyenda, un contenda
let a day slip by without agenda
That's just a little jewel from to remember
So, que te
por la raza
Niggas step but they legs too short to salsa
You got courage blast it out ya
Seriously ya
til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route ya