Luyện nghe bài hát Doctor

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Verse 1
Either you get it or thrown in jail
so our are like our show and tell
to show when lifes goin
or down the tubes and on sales
our whips are our purple hearts
the honor for war wounds and
some are sleepin the shoots
some are blinding by the
our chick are on the cake
faces vary for ranks
real roll wit dude tryin
fake ones mary banks
our raps are our tales from the
lions tigers cops and
the kings of course are humble
is always actin punchy.

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Verse 2 [Young
I maintain wit a military state of
personal my niggas got structure
true Mafioso muthafuckas
the im from taught me all that rucus
keepin my ears to the concrete
homies in the house birds in the kitchen
my people they call me little the menace
to start shit first one to finish
im up outta the cut and ready to buck a nigga that's slippin
Devon the Don King pimpin
pound for pound im putin it town to town never gangsta simpin
and don't make me call up my
killers that shoot to the to the squad
sick to my gut when it to the law
we banging on nigga this the mob/ what.
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Verse 3
Im like 2012 to cults
this ratchet here don't bolts
you know the I buy in bulk
see the sniper hide gulps
is short so time is precious
stop the hes being reckless
take me off your sucka
time to leave dude an exit
a stupid move to make
your gonna see the over 16 ounces
all you had to do was
your lousy at this write spouses
try hard not to your trousers
I doin these type of jobs
all these slimy schmucks
try to heist my mob.

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

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