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 a hit nigga, I can't quit nigga
Get in my way and your get split nigga

Uptown is a cage for monkeys and
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 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 ready

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

What the is it Uptown 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 twenty sacks? Is it the silver

What the is it Uptown 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 Is it the twenty sacks?

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

it be me servin' for twenty
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 it and not late

Try to play me I'm gonna your muthafuckin' grape
I ain't gonna be stingy with the yeah because I 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 some A-K
Double barrel pump full of that skunk ready to pop the
Over 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 doing bad?
Is it the silver packs or is it the nickel
What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown doing
Is it the twenty sacks or is it the packs?

What the fuck is it keepin' me Uptown bad?
Is it the dime or is it the nickel bags?
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 just don't
Two and two together that's why the fuck I'm at
On my ass tryin' to make a move
Servin' niggaz two birds of flour it's but it's a come 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 I might not never have it

So I got to try to keep my muthafuckin' nose
Or I'm gonna end up drove no hoes
It's all about the 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
with me clips slide in the K
Play whit me I'll spin your bin day

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

I'm out to have things I spit 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 silver

What the is it keepin' me Uptown doing bad?
Is it the nickel bags or is it the 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 handling your