Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

[Verse
I had to step and regroup myself, overlook employees
And see how much juice was left niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies increasin my ki'
Soakin game from Baby old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go this platinum 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 make yo' hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done when you get
Receivin calls talkin 'bout son lil' brother all alone
My attitude can change potnah
Heads get open like Priest when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different
that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a nigga know how mo' you made in two days

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How can a nigga blame another for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination sand
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to behind their steel
up and break up what was organized for years
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 your mind, cause that's the sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be to tell
who doin the yap yappin so they up the cells
you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out here real
Somebody lackin they skills and street smart
no sunshine playboy, they life dark
It takes one star, one car, one who made it far
One thug, one and it's life behind bars

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[Verse
I stand all man nigga, 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 come out and
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about
I never signed a line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. me under and we headed to the highest peak
I might as just speak, for the soldiers with Buck
your artillery, prepare 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 beatin my
If it ain't one of these bitches then these niggaz test
A meal nuttin less, that's what 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 tryin to be just like me

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