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 can't quit
Get in my way and shit get split nigga

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

I was out at an early age
On V.L. not the rocks and the twelfth gauge
Raised like a slave up in that thirteenth cage
On that dust 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 your on
Nigga now you get your rest on brains blown gettin' a 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 Uptown keepin' me 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?
What the is it Uptown keepin' me doing bad
Is the packs? Is it the twenty sacks?

All I wanted was to be with a lot of mil
(Million)
And I'm risking to jail and gettin' left stale
I'm tired of this all day block 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 servin' 4 and a to 28
And I front it if you come straight it and not late

Try to play me I'm gonna bust your muthafuckin'
I ain't gonna be stingy with the 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 for some A-K funk
Double barrel pump of that skunk ready to pop the trunk
Over this nigga they got a
I gots to have that me the mad mask in the all black

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

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

My empty 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 it's a up fool

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

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

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

I refuse to lose I dues to jump
I'm on a come up I I got the twelfth gauge on
Busted heads thrown my way
Bustin' heads to let you I don' t play

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

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

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

What the is it
I know
Nigga don't let stop you
From handling issues