Luyện nghe bài hát Diary Of A Broke Nigga

1:
Look inside the of a broke nigga
See the stress on his
Look at his heart, no love in the place
is mine--murder, money and mayhem
If he don't see a dollar somebody Satan
He grabbed his gat under the mattress, he cocked it back
Then his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat
Looked in the said, "times is hard"
So hard that he got gray hair on his
In the ghetto, you to fall
That's why it's a must we ball
why he on the corner lurkin', waitin' for a mothafucka to slip
Soon as he see the chance, he the risk
The shit you do, when this nigga you out of your whip
out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist---NOTHING!
Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so
Any false move and ya on the CE-ment
It gets gutter, when starvin'
Niggas will run inside ya house, kill you on
This is way beyond a thriller
This the of a broke nigga

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

2:
It's been a month he still ain't see no paper
Nigga losin' every time that he wake up
Plus, he tired of askin' for favors
Cuz they 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 that the come
Can't turn back the of time
Got him thinkin' on what he should've done
First on his mind 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 like miles to
But it's there
But bright and cloudy
Life on the wrong road can't it
the nigga, and showed him what that heat will do
If you don't feed your your wolves eat you
is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a nigga

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