Luyện nghe bài hát Doctor

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

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Verse 2 Droop]
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 cookin in the kitchen
my they call me little dennis the menace
to start shit first one to finish
im comin up outta the cut and ready to buck a nigga slippin
Devon the Don King pimpin
pound for pound im putin it down town to town never simpin
and don't make me up my squad
killers that shoot to the to the squad
to my gut when it comes to the law
we on police nigga this the mob/ what.
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Verse 3
Im like 2012 to mayan
this ratchet here don't bolts
you the drill I buy in bulk
see the sniper your gulps
is short so time is precious
stop the hes being reckless
take me off your sucka
time to leave dude an exit
what a stupid move to
your see the light over 16 ounces
all you had to do was
your at this write your spouses
try hard not to piss trousers
I doin these type of jobs
all these little slimy
try to heist my mob.

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4 [Young Droop]
My brain wit so many things
sometimes to it got me over the edge
wicked thoughts stuck in my
got me walking around town im half ass dead
callin shots still poppin glocks
still smoking pot still runnin
everybody and they moma my name
yea they wonder if I gang bang
play the role as a beast in the
wit the type of niggas that el spook ya
them kritikal that will do ya
let that cool guy image fool ya
I from the gutter just ask my mother
you wana verify ask my brothas
if you believe it then what can I say
the world im on some otha.

CHORUS: Why do I do type of things addicted to commotion/ overdosin off emotions/ doctor bring my new results in. REPEATx1