Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

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

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

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[Verse
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 it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?
I never signed a dotted line, 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 Buck
your artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You think get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on your hood
the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz 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 load up the 4, if you want it let it be
All these fake niggaz tryin to be like me

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