Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

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

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How can a nigga blame another nigga for the way he would
His operation led to destination under
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind steel
Shake up and break up what was organized for
Shed tears, when white hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a 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, plenty money shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap yappin so they tappin up the
When you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo'
Now you to the projects, shit out here gettin real
lackin they 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 behind

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I stand all man nigga, though a in age
I got my own brain, my own to go and get paid
Niggaz want you in the shade but when you out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but about mine?
I never signed a dotted line, just let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with
your artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You think it'll get to this, told me it would
Said it's all good no more, on your black hood
the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these won't test
A meal ticket less, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, some shit you can't 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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