Luyện nghe bài hát Define My Life

Me and my momma aint close, ghost like most
only for the hood riches when we broke that we all
got an gang yesterday,
my is just press and play
born in thiscold world, shit that no special day
just a reminder, you get to you lucky
mother fucker the words of T Stuckey
up on Put Stones(?) and YBI
Mazaradi rig, why would I
all die
got a question your honour,
whatever happened to that shit death decider?
I'm on the tip why your flopper G
even know what he charged, when did he cop a plea?
sloppily, shit this game did
caught with a little work and they start naming names
I'm blaming fame, Benz's, and bling
in today's world y'all treat a f*ckin snitch as a
switches my of income,win some, go far, in come
all the broke and didsome(?)
youcan lose one but lose the war
my shoes is
from these dawgs
I'm talking to y'all!
while you're not involved, just nodding
got to ask the church, shit, is God in the wrong?
And to You Mr. Preacher is God in the
Y'all don't even hear me your just nodding along

I this time to gripe
this rhyme I write
let me clearly my life

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Bubba is the truth,
the raps out of
It's all steel like the gats I shoots
backwards I move 86-88
where chambers remain here with heavy weight
so much around me
they me
in sin city
been busy
since sucking on my mommas thin
when is he stopping the God don't know
It's all a joke to him, watching how we grow
Death kissy you when god say it
sort of like little whistle in Broadway
Our way, Plant on lines, beeper stores
healthcare, f*ck potholes we got sores
with wars
my man to kill Patrick
is lovely ain't it? I'm still at it
I fill my hand with Mr. Man and
when the burnt out in them grown folk
my bone
to lift pen
let me jot this and get this in
I'm gone I hope y'all respect me then
let me jot this and get this in
when I'm and gone I hope y'all respect me then
I'm