Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

One]
I had to step back and myself, overlook employees
And see how much was left cause niggaz came for me
Revolvers to increasin my ki' movings
Soakin from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with platinum uzi
To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers
Niggaz feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done when you get
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son your lil' all alone
My attitude can quickly change
get bust open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No role to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in ways
that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a know how much mo' you made in two days

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

[Verse
How can a blame another nigga for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination sand
Some niggaz with me are scared to stand behind their steel
Shake up and break up what was organized for
Shed tears, when white folks a nigga a L
Ball up and all up a nigga mail
reportin low, when 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 tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out here real
Somebody lackin skills and they street smart
no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life behind

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

Three]
I all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get
Niggaz want you in the shade but when you out and shine
then 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 headed to the highest
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with
Load artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
it's all good no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, some shit you can't ignore
So I up the 4, if you want it then let it be
All these fake niggaz to be just like me

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]