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 lifes goin well
or the tubes and slow on sales
our whips are our purple hearts
the honor for war and marks
some are from the shoots
some are by the sparks
our chick are cherrys on the
faces for various ranks
real ones roll wit tryin
ones always mary banks
our are our tales from the jungle
lions tigers and junkys
the kings of are always humble
cowards is always punchy.

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Verse 2 [Young
I wit a military state of mind
personal my niggas got structure
true life muthafuckas
the neighborhood im from taught me all that
keepin my ears to the 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 outta the cut and ready to a nigga that's slippin
Devon the Don King gangsta
pound for pound im putin it down town to town gangsta simpin
and make me call up my squad
killers that shoot to the shank to the
to my gut when it comes to the law
we banging on nigga this the mob/ what.
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3 [Playalitical]
Im like 2012 to mayan
this ratchet here tighten bolts
you know the I buy in bulk
see the sniper your gulps
is short so time is precious
stop the clock hes being
me off your sucka checklist
time to leave dude pick an
what a move to make
gonna see the light over 16 ounces
all you had to do was
your at this write your spouses
try hard not to your trousers
I doin these type of jobs
all little slimy schmucks
always try to my mob.

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

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