Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

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

["Infrared on all straps" repeats]

[Verse
How can a nigga blame nigga for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination sand
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to behind their steel
Shake up and up what was organized for years
tears, when white folks hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a mail
Beeper reportin low, you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause the first sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap so they tappin up the cells
you lived on the hill, was never 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 dark
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 stand all man nigga, a child in age
I got my own brain, my own to go and get paid
Niggaz want you in the shade but when you come out and
then it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?
I never signed a dotted line, therefore let me be
T.I.P. took me under and we headed to the peak
I might as well speak, for the soldiers with Buck
Load artillery, prepare to put your guns up
You it'll get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all no more, puttin on your black hood
the same frustration that stay beatin my chest
If it ain't one of bitches then these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's some shit you can't
So I up the 4, if you want it then let it be
All these fake niggaz tryin to be just me

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