Luyện nghe bài hát Do What U Gotta

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

When I'm gone, twenty one gun it
Thousand dollar pop
One of the best that done it
nights dumbing with the dumbest
Sporting the fourth
I bought it from for seven hundred

New faces, screw facing niggas a distance
One time, to take a nigga through the system
I got time to play, I hit the globe on roam
I'm still home a million miles

And I grind so my seeds eat, sometimes
I let my close and I daydream of sleep
And if I should die I wake, then before my wake
Hit my off with all my cake

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

Little nigga listen up, I know you the life
Of living it fly, so how you get enough
Son said, who gives a fuck, see I'm making my bread
Escaping the feds, so why should I it up?

Ain't left to do but
Throw myself down in streets
And if I like niggas test me
I'm gon' out for my piece

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

I seen million niggas fall flat on they face
Best friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your
chase, the blood money's, hammers on waist
Just to trick on the chick with the and lace

Believe it, it's real, we all out, fiending for
Food shot up on the block, left them bleeding there
worse than power in the hands of fools
They play the game but they don't the rules

Yo, you understand the jewels
I got my life on the line, there's a chance to lose
Aiyo, my dude, bigger 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
Deck just ain't quitting, either rep or hidden
Y'all know the motto, hollow points you home
Al cats, swallow the chrome

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

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

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

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

Do what u do
Do, do what u do