Luyện nghe bài hát Diary Of A Broke Nigga

1:
Look inside the eyes of a broke
See the on his face
Look at his heart, ain't no love in the
Warzone is mine--murder, and mayhem
If he see a dollar somebody visiting Satan
He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it
Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, threw on his hat
Looked in the said, "times is hard"
So hard that he got gray on his balls---pause
In the ghetto, you destined to
That's why a must that we ball
That's why he on the lurkin', waitin' for a mothafucka to slip
Soon as he see the chance, he the risk
The shit you do, when this snatch you out of your whip
Empty out your then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist---NOTHING!
Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so
Any move and ya brains on the CE-ment
It gutter, when niggas starvin'
Niggas run inside ya house, kill you on target--heartless
is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a nigga

WOP WOP
Everybody lay down on the
Give me whatever you got now
WOP WOP
Everybody lay down on the
me whatever you got plus more
When is hard and I'm prayin' for change
My funds is low when I need some
WOP WOP Make sure you hide your goods when I mista
Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke

2:
It's been a whole month he still see no paper
Nigga losin' weight every time he wake up
Plus, he of askin' niggas for favors
Cuz when got mad they throw it back in his face
That's foul, flagrant this been slavin'
In the all week still ain't see no paper that's fucked up
They say don't bite the that feeds you but if that hand don't feed you where would that leave you?
Now the stress come
Can't turn back the of time
Got him thinkin' back on what he done
First thing on his now get a gun
you gotta eat, and you got a son
And a daughter, now that's 2 to feed
And that money seems far miles to reach
But right there
But it's and cloudy
Life on the wrong road can't it
Caught the nigga, and showed him what that will do
If you don't feed wolves your wolves eat you
This is way a cold thriller
This the of a broke nigga

WOP WOP
Everybody lay on the ground
me whatever you got right now
WOP WOP
Everybody lay on the floor
Give me whatever you got more
When times is hard and I'm for change
My funds is low when I need change
WOP WOP sure you hide your goods when I come mista
Ya with the diary of a broke nigga