Luyện nghe bài hát Doing Bad

Ah,

Hard times got a nigga in all
I'm gonna jack for that pack where it's at
I need a hit nigga, I quit nigga
Get in my way and shit get split nigga

is a cage for monkeys and killers
Got to be realah all these guerrillas
But it's cool I'm a young thug
Rough like a rug ain't scared to plug nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I got to try to keep my muthafuckin' close
Or I'm gonna end up with no hoes
It's all 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
Play me I'll spin your bin every day

I refuse to lose I paid to jump
I'm on a up I I got the twelfth gauge on pump
Busted clips thrown my way
heads to let you know I don' t play

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

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

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

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