Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

See we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, they like the look
Or they to be on these 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 cause niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki'
Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob
Two all gold clips, go with this uzi
To keep you bitches losin Christmas time when the jackers choosin
refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See when we we make yo' street 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 bust like Priest when he poppin bottles
No models to look up to when you ghetto raised
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

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

[Verse
How can a nigga blame another for the way he would plan
His operation led to under sand
Some playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel
Shake up and up what was organized for years
tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a nigga
reportin low, when you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause the first sign they on the trail
I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap so they tappin up the cells
When you on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, out here gettin real
Somebody they skills and they street smart
no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life behind

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

[Verse
I stand all man nigga, though a in age
I got my own brain, my own to go and get paid
Niggaz you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?
I never signed a 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 soldiers Buck
Load your artillery, prepare to put your up
You think get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on your black
Still the same frustration that beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these then these 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 up the 4, if you want it then let it be
All these fake tryin to be just like me

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]