Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

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

[Verse
I had to step back and regroup myself, employees
And see how juice was left cause niggaz came for me
to fullies increasin my ki' movings
Soakin game from Baby old mob movies
Two all clips, go with this platinum uzi
To you bitches losin 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
Niggaz feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See we beef we make yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is when you get 911's
calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone
My attitude can quickly change
Heads get bust open like when he poppin bottles
No role models to look up to you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack in different ways
Trade 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 nigga for the way he would
His operation led to destination sand
Some niggaz playin with me are scared to stand behind their
Shake up and break up was organized for years
Shed tears, when folks hand a nigga a L
Ball up and fuck all up a nigga
Beeper reportin low, when you put in a
Put it in your mind, cause that's the sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty money shit be hard to
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
lackin they skills and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, 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 all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own to go and get paid
Niggaz you in the shade but when you come out and shine
here 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 highest
I might as well just speak, for the soldiers with
Load your artillery, prepare to put your up
You think it'll get to this, Bowre me it would
Said it's all good no more, puttin on black hood
Still the same frustration that stay my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches then these won't test
A meal ticket nuttin less, that's 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 fake niggaz tryin to be just like me

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