Luyện nghe bài hát Dealing

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At night time all I do is pray and cry
Cause I call home somebody dyin' on me
And every I look around somebody lyin' on me
Mr. Cheney Mr. steady spyin' on me
I got one foot in the grave one foot in the
One foot on the camera one foot on the shutter
I'm trying to stop time so I can breathe, man I'm
Play no pause fast forward rewindin
The truth is the light, but blindin
And niggas the pain on they brain when you remind them
About them project walls that we in
About them six by eight cells we
on consignment
A lost his iron and club behind the diamond
The cops hit him a club
He swung back they hit him with a
Then the hit him with a dub
His baby threw 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 fire they raise they head
And I'm sorta just Elijah cause I raise they dead
After they stink and rot for days in the grave I rose from
the dead part of the game then the flows come
Flood the industry with three quarters of
I'm takin this world of Sa-tan to war a mic
God back me as I swing the sword of the Christ
Wavy hair eyes
Not entirely
Provoking devils go to war with they squad
After war show them to the party with God
I the blocks with a dope man bop
I'm high
My shine supreme we gleam on you amateurs
I big sportin fedoras
Charcoal grey tweed coat jeans and diadoras

3]
Ya'll niggas ain't really really ready for Muhammad I'm hungry
Grimey and
I want ya fuck the money
get me wrong, I want cream and all that
But if that's your only objective in rap you all
I the untrue niggas head sweat like skull caps
Hall back launchin a bolo makin they crack
Singin them dull
that was hot shit
Shit, I was that back in the 80s
When niggas was rockin emblems off the of Mercedes
On rope
when niggas thought of cookin rocks outta cocaine
I was hot then, a little nigga spittin the vicious
Flavor poetic swift shit
I regulate in the ring P. Whitaker
One get rid a ya
I won't consider ya for battle
You schools on 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 by without agenda
That's just a little jewel Farrakhan to remember
So, que te
por la raza
Niggas wanna step but they legs too short to
You got courage I'll it out ya
Seriously ya
til ya blueprint is ripped, then re-route ya