Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

See nigga we out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look
Or they like to be on streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters

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I had to step and regroup myself, overlook employees
And see how much juice was left niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies my ki' movings
Soakin game from watchin old mob movies
Two all clips, go with this platinum uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit deeper
See when we beef we make yo' hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done when you get
Receivin calls talkin son your lil' brother all alone
My attitude can change potnah
Heads get open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to when you ghetto
no clues, stack revenues in different ways
Trade that deuce 57 and get two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two

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How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would
His operation led to destination sand
Some niggaz with me are scared to stand behind their steel
Shake up and up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white folks a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a mail
Beeper reportin low, when you put in a
Put it in your mind, cause the first sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money be hard to tell
who the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, out here gettin real
Somebody they skills and they street smart
Ain't no playboy, they life dark
It one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and life behind bars

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I all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get
want you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but about mine?
I never a dotted line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me and we headed to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the with Buck
Load artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said all good no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same frustration that beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these then these niggaz won't test
A meal nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, some shit you can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it let it be
All these fake niggaz tryin to be just me

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