Luyện nghe bài hát Doctor

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Verse 1
Either you get it or thrown in jail
so our jewels are like our and tell
to when lifes goin well
or down the tubes and slow on
our are like our purple hearts
the honor for war wounds and
some are sleepin from the
some are by the sparks
our chick are cherrys on the
faces vary for ranks
real ones roll wit dude
fake always mary banks
our are our tales from the jungle
tigers cops and junkys
the of course are always humble
cowards is actin punchy.

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2 [Young Droop]
I maintain wit a military of mind
personal vendetta my got structure
true life muthafuckas
the neighborhood im from taught me all rucus
keepin my to the concrete glisten
homies in the house cookin birds in the
my people they call me little the menace
first to start shit first one to
im comin up the cut and ready to buck a nigga that's slippin
Devon the Don King pimpin
for pound im putin it down town to town never gangsta simpin
and don't me call up my squad
killers that shoot to the shank to the
sick to my gut when it to the law
we banging on police nigga this the what.
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Verse 3
Im 2012 to mayan cults
this ratchet here don't tighten
you the drill I buy in bulk
see the sniper hide gulps
life is so time is precious
stop the clock hes being
take me off sucka checklist
time to leave dude an exit
what a move to make
your gonna see the light over 16
all you had to do was
your lousy at this write your
try hard not to piss your
I hate doin these of jobs
all these little slimy
try to heist my mob.

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Verse 4 [Young
My brain contained wit so things
sometimes to much it got me the edge
wicked thoughts in my head
got me walking around like im half ass dead
still callin shots poppin glocks
still smoking pot runnin game
everybody and they moma my name
yea they wonder if I still bang
play the role as a in the streets
wit most the type of niggas el spook ya
them kritikal that will do ya
don't let that cool guy image ya
I from the gutter just ask my mother
you wana verify ask my brothas
if you don't believe it what can I say
fuck the im on some otha.

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