Luyện nghe bài hát Doctor

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Verse 1
Either you get it or your thrown in
so our jewels are our show and tell
to show when lifes goin
or the tubes and slow on sales
our whips are like our hearts
the for war wounds and marks
are sleepin from the shoots
some are by the sparks
our chick are on the cake
faces vary for ranks
real ones roll wit dude
ones always mary banks
our raps are our tales the jungle
lions tigers and junkys
the kings of course are always
is always actin punchy.

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Verse 2 [Young
I wit a military state of mind
personal vendetta my niggas got
life Mafioso muthafuckas
the neighborhood im from taught me all rucus
keepin my ears to the concrete
homies in the house cookin birds in the
my people they call me dennis 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 gangsta
pound for pound im putin it down to town never gangsta simpin
and don't make me call up my
killers that to the shank to the squad
sick to my gut it comes to the law
we on police nigga this the mob/ what.
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Verse 3
Im 2012 to mayan cults
this ratchet don't tighten bolts
you know the drill I buy in
see the sniper your gulps
life is short so is precious
stop the clock hes reckless
take me off your sucka
time to leave pick an exit
what a stupid to make
your see the light over 16 ounces
all you had to do was
your lousy at this your spouses
try not to piss your trousers
I doin these type of jobs
all these slimy schmucks
try to heist my mob.

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Verse 4 Droop]
My brain contained wit so many
to much it got me over the edge
wicked stuck in my head
got me walking around town like im ass dead
still callin shots still glocks
smoking pot still runnin game
everybody and moma know my name
yea they if I still gang bang
the role as a beast in the streets
wit most the type of that el spook ya
them kritikal individuals that do ya
let that cool guy image fool ya
I came from the gutter just ask my
you wana verify ask my brothas
if you don't believe it then can I say
fuck the im on some otha.

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