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 well
or down the tubes and slow on
our whips are like our purple
the honor for war wounds and
are sleepin from the shoots
some are by the sparks
our are cherrys on the cake
faces vary for various
ones roll wit dude tryin
fake always mary banks
our raps are our tales the jungle
tigers cops and junkys
the kings of are always humble
cowards is always punchy.

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2 [Young Droop]
I maintain wit a military of mind
vendetta my niggas got structure
true life muthafuckas
the neighborhood im from taught me all that
keepin my ears to the concrete
homies in the house cookin in the kitchen
my people call me little dennis the menace
first to start shit one to finish
im comin up outta the cut and to buck a nigga that's slippin
the Don King gangsta pimpin
pound for pound im putin it down town to town never gangsta
and don't make me up my squad
killers that to the shank to the squad
sick to my gut when it to the law
we banging on police nigga this the what.
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Verse 3
Im like 2012 to mayan
ratchet here don't tighten bolts
you know the I buy in bulk
see the hide your gulps
life is short so is precious
stop the clock hes being
take me off sucka checklist
time to leave pick an exit
what a stupid to make
gonna see the light over 16 ounces
all you had to do was
your lousy at this your spouses
try hard not to your trousers
I hate doin type of jobs
all these little schmucks
try to heist my mob.

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Verse 4 Droop]
My brain wit so many things
sometimes to much it got me over the
thoughts stuck in my head
got me walking around town im half ass dead
still callin shots poppin glocks
still smoking pot still runnin
everybody and moma know 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 individuals that will do ya
let that cool guy image fool ya
I came from the gutter ask my mother
you wana just ask my brothas
if you don't believe it then can I say
fuck the world im on otha.

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