Luyện nghe bài hát Doing Bad

Ah,

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

Uptown is a for monkeys and killers
Got to be around all these guerrillas
But it's cool I'm a young nigga
Rough like a rug 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 a fuck, I hope you got your vest on
If you don't when the K blast you won't have your on
Nigga now you get rest on brains blown gettin' a yellow tape zone

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

What the fuck is it keepin' me doing bad
Is it the bags? Is it the nickel bags?
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 risking going to and gettin' left stale
I'm gettin' tired of this all day shit
Cock glock with this rock after rock

it be me servin' for twenty
2, 5, 11, 5 or the muthafuckin' 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 bust your muthafuckin' grape
I ain't gonna be stingy with the yeah 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 ready to pop the trunk
Over this they got a contract
I gots to have give me the mad mask in the all black

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

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

My pockets empty and I'm loaded that don't match
Two and two together why where the fuck I'm at
On my ass tryin' to make a move
Servin' niggaz two birds of it's sour but it's 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 do it so I gotta try to kick the habit
Or million I want I might not never have it

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

I can not fail to hit the top of the
Young heart I survive off street smarts
Play with me slide 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 thrown my way
Bustin' heads to let you know I t play

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

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

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

the fuck is it
I know
Nigga let that stop you
From your issues