Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

[Verse
I had to step back and regroup myself, overlook
And see how much was left cause niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki'
Soakin game from Baby old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with platinum uzi
To you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, shit gets
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, yo' beeper
The job is done you get 911's
Receivin calls 'bout son your lil' brother all alone
My can quickly change potnah
Heads get bust open Priest when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to when you raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different
that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a nigga how much mo' you made in two days

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

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

["Infrared on all straps" sample

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

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]