Luyện nghe bài hát Do What U Gotta

Yeah, I ride til I 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 at the buzzer for three

I'm gone, better twenty one gun it
Thousand bottles pop
One of the best that done it
Broke nights with the dumbest
the fourth floor
I it from fiend for seven hundred

New faces, screw facing niggas a distance
One time, wait to a nigga through 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 seeds could eat,
I let my eyes close and I of sleep
And if I should die I wake, then before my wake
Hit my off with all my cake

Til then, I'mma live it up, pop corks and split a
Walking on the wild side, to get a rush
Y'all better get in touch, laws shit to us
one I know is God, earth, King, crip or blood

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

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

And I don't run from
By myself, I keep it
it comes down to getting paper
I'm gon' do what I do

I million dollar niggas fall flat on they face
friends, co-defendants, how you rat on your ace?
Scramblers chase, the blood money's, hammers on
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 than power in the of fools
They play the game but don't understand the rules

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

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

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

nothing left to do but
Throw myself down in these
And if I like niggas test me
I'm gon' reach out for my

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

Do u gotta do
Do, do u gotta do