Luyện nghe bài hát Do What U Gotta

Yeah, I til I blew wit the case, through the days
Use the ways, talk til they blue in the face
struggling is nothing to me, come and see
I get it in, like Kobe at the for three

When I'm gone, better one gun it
dollar bottles pop
One of the best that ever it
Broke dumbing with the dumbest
Sporting the fourth
I bought it fiend for seven hundred

New faces, screw niggas from a distance
One time, wait to take a nigga the system
I ain't got time to play, I hit the on roam
I'm still home a million miles

And I grind so my could eat, sometimes
I let my eyes and I daydream of sleep
And if I should die I wake, then before my wake
Hit my wifey off all my cake

Til then, I'mma it up, pop corks and split a dutch
on the wild side, just to get a rush
Y'all better get in touch, ain't shit to us
Every one I know is God, earth, King, crip or

Little nigga up, I know you loving the life
Of living it fly, so how you can't get
Son said, who a fuck, they see I'm making my bread
Escaping the feds, so why should I it up?

Ain't nothing to do but
myself down in these streets
And if I feel like test me
I'm gon' reach out for my

And I run from confrontation
By myself, I it true
it comes down to getting paper
I'm do what I gotta do

I seen million dollar niggas fall flat on they
Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on ace?
Scramblers chase, the blood money's, on waist
Just to trick on the chick with the candles and

Believe it, real, we all out, fiending for meals
shot up on the block, left them bleeding there still
Nothing worse power in the hands of fools
They play the game but they understand the rules

Yo, you should the jewels
I got my life on the line, there's a chance to lose
Aiyo, my dude, it's than me but as the story go
Why buy the cow when you get it for

To make a living, either death or state prison
just ain't quitting, either rep or stay hidden
Y'all know the motto, hollow points you home
Al Capone cats, swallow the

You get blown back out of your zone, pow to the dome
So watch your mouth, kid, mind on tone
Son I ate with the greatest, with the latest
Eye for an eye, boss, ain't the favors

I laid they murk all day, broad day
I said flames will y'all way, y'all play
Deep inside the game, wise die for they name
While the organized mind, quietly paid

Ain't left to do but
Throw myself in these streets
And if I feel like test me
I'm reach out for my piece

And I don't run confrontation
By myself, I keep it
When it down to getting paper
I'm gon' do I gotta do

Do u gotta do
Do, do what u do