Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

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

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Two]
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
Shake up and break up was organized for years
Shed tears, white folks hand a nigga a L
up and fuck all up a nigga mail
Beeper low, when you put in a Duracell
Put it in your mind, cause that's the first sign they on the
Where I dwell, there's money shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap so they tappin up the cells
When you lived on the hill, was never payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out here gettin
Somebody lackin they and they street smart
Ain't no playboy, they 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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Three]
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 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 to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers Buck
Load your artillery, to put your guns up
You think get to this, Bowre told me it would
Said it's all no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same frustration that stay beatin my
If it ain't one of bitches then these niggaz won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's shit you can't ignore
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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