Luyện nghe bài hát Dealing

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At night time all I do is pray and cry
Cause everytime I home somebody dyin' on me
And every time I look around somebody on me
Mr. Cheney Mr. Ridge spyin' on me
I got one foot in the one foot in the gutter
One foot on the camera one foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop so I can breathe, man I'm grindin
Play no pause fast forward rewindin
The truth is the light, but absolutely
And niggas feel the pain on they brain you remind them
About them project walls that we in
About them six by eight we linin'
Bricks on
A nigga lost his iron and club behind the
The cops hit him with a
He swung back they hit him a slug
the judge hit him with a dub
His mama threw up
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2]
I was born to clash the fake
Wrestle Jake
Lay low in the grass with the snakes
Torment with the fire when they raise they head
And I'm sorta just like Elijah cause I they dead
After they stink and rot for days in the that I rose from
Deport the dead part of the then the flows come
Flood the industry three quarters of life
I'm takin this world of Sa-tan to war a mic
Please God back me as I swing the of the Christ
Wavy hair eyes
Not entirely
Provoking these devils go to war with squad
After war them to the after party with God
I the blocks with a dope man bop
I'm caliber
My team supreme we gleam on you amateurs
I stay big sportin
Charcoal grey tweed coat jeans and diadoras

3]
Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready for because I'm hungry
and grungy
I want ya mind fuck the
Don't get me wrong, I want cream and all
But if that's your objective in rap you all wack
I make the untrue niggas sweat like skull caps
Hall launchin a bolo makin they skull crack
Singin them dull
Like was hot shit
Shit, I was sayin back in the 80s
When niggas was rockin emblems off the of Mercedes
On chains
Back when niggas thought of cookin rocks cocaine
I was hot then, a poor nigga spittin the vicious
Flavor delicious poetic shit
I regulate in the like P. Whitaker
One get rid a ya
I won't even ya for battle
You on speed I'm full throttle
Used to be in clubs chairs and cracked bottles
Ruckus and ra ra, made my rhymes
Livin leyenda, un contenda
Never let a day slip by agenda
That's a little jewel from Farrakhan to remember
So, que te
Representando por la
Niggas wanna step but legs too short to salsa
You got courage blast it out ya
Seriously ya
Spit til ya is ripped, then re-route ya