Luyện nghe bài hát Doing Bad

Ah,

Hard got a nigga in all black
I'm gonna jack for that silver where it's at
I need a hit nigga, I can't nigga
Get in my way and your shit get split

Uptown is a for monkeys and killers
Got to be around all these guerrillas
But cool I'm a young thug nigga
like a rug nigga ain't scared to plug nigga

I was turned out at an age
On V.L. not afraid the and the twelfth gauge
Raised like a slave caught up in thirteenth cage
On that ready bust

Plus blunts got a nigga don't give a fuck, I hope you got your on
If you don't when the K blast you won't have chest on
Nigga now you get your rest on brains blown a yellow tape zone

What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad
Is it the silver packs Is it the bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad
Is it the twenty sacks? Is it the silver

What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad
Is it the dime bags? Is it the nickel
What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad
Is the silver packs? Is it the sacks?

All I wanted was to be with a lot of mil
(Million)
And I'm going to jail and gettin' left stale
I'm tired of this all day block shit
Cock glock with this rock rock shit

Could it be me servin' for
2, 5, 11, 5 or the even 5
And I'm 4 and a half to 28
And I might front it if you come straight it and not

Try to play me I'm gonna bust muthafuckin' grape
I ain't gonna be stingy with the because I ain't fake
But now all I got is the piece now
Struggling with it to get on my feet now

I'm on a hunt for A-K funk
Double barrel pump full of that skunk to pop the trunk
this nigga they got a contract
I to have that give me the mad mask in the all black

What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel
What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad?
Is it the sacks or is it the silver packs?

What the is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the bags or is it the nickel bags?
What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad?
Is it the silver or is it the twenty sacks?

My pockets empty and I'm loaded just don't match
Two and two that's why where the fuck I'm at
On my ass tryin' to a power move
Servin' niggaz two birds of flour it's sour but a come up fool

I'm on dope it ain't no secret but that shit ain't shive
How am I stay high stay shive and get
I can't do it so I gotta try to the habit
Or that million I I might not never have it

So I got to try to keep my nose close
Or I'm end up drove with no hoes
It's all the fuckin' feddy, the mil
The eight, and the seven grams that sale on the

I can not to hit the top of the charts
Young with heart I survive off smarts
Play with me clips in the K
whit me I'll spin your bin every day

I refuse to lose I paid dues to
I'm on a come up I I got the gauge on pump
Busted heads clips my way
Bustin' heads to let you know I t play

I'm out to have things I spit rhymes to get
Hands clap when I get down doing bad

What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad?
Is it the dime bags or is it the nickel
the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the bags or is it the silver packs?

What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the sacks?
the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the bags?

What the is it
I know
Nigga let that stop you
From handling your