Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

See nigga we out for a reason
Niggaz thuggin, because, they like the look nigga
Or they to be on these streets nigga
Nigga we thuggin 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 cause niggaz for me
Revolvers to increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this uzi
To keep you losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz refusin feel that heat first, gets deeper
See when we beef we make yo' street hurt, yo' beeper
The job is done you get 911's
Receivin calls talkin son your lil' brother all alone
My attitude can quickly change
Heads get bust open like Priest when he bottles
No models to look up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, revenues in different ways
Trade that 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a nigga know how much mo' you made in two

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How can a nigga blame nigga for the way he would plan
His led to destination under sand
Some playin with me are scared to stand behind their steel
Shake up and break up what was for years
Shed tears, when white folks 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 first sign on the trail
Where I dwell, there's money shit be hard to tell
who the yap yappin so they tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, out here gettin real
Somebody lackin they skills and they street
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they life
It takes one star, one car, one nigga who it far
One thug, one and it's life behind bars

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

[Verse
I all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own to go and get paid
want you in the shade but when you come out and shine
then here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about
I never a dotted line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the highest
I might as just speak, for the soldiers with Buck
Load your artillery, prepare to put your up
You think it'll get to this, Bowre me it would
Said it's all no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same frustration stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket less, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my for chips, there's some shit you can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it let it be
All these niggaz tryin to be just like me

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]