Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

See nigga we out for a reason
Niggaz thuggin, because, they like the look nigga
Or they like to be on these nigga
Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea I'm from
Ca$hville, gangsters

[Verse
I had to step back and regroup myself, employees
And see how much juice was left cause came for me
to fullies increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob
Two all gold clips, go with this uzi
To keep you bitches 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See when we beef we yo' street hurt, check 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 open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No role to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different
Trade that deuce 57 and get two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you in two days

["Infrared on all straps" sample

[Verse
How can a nigga blame another for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination under
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind steel
Shake up and up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white hand a nigga a L
Ball up and all up a nigga mail
Beeper reportin low, when you put in a
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to
who doin the yap so they tappin up the cells
you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you to the projects, shit out here gettin real
Somebody lackin skills and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, life dark
It one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life bars

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

Three]
I stand all man nigga, a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get
Niggaz you in the shade but when you come out and shine
here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?
I signed a dotted line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers Buck
Load your artillery, prepare to put guns up
You think get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, on your black hood
Still the same that stay beatin my chest
If it one of these bitches then these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's what I'm for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you ignore
So I up the 4, if you want it then let it be
All fake niggaz tryin to be just like me

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]