Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Let Go

Uh.
Yea.
(don't let go)
Life,
(don't let go)

I'm the coldest of the coldest, the of the dopest
The smoothest of the and locest of the locest
The whole world on point for new joint that I just put together
So kindly, and you can find on the coast the most lambs
High post, plain coast a bunch thug niggas, drug dealers
Project fools, c-murder past dem
Shit I'm bout to these motherfuckers get up
I draw the line between and mine
And sure you don't get lit up
Hit ha on the motha set when dip
Dogg pound mutha fuckin crew
wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving
Mutha fuck y'all rides, we slides we
Nigga the tanks, driven by the mr. master p
Lil silkky, mystikal, c and me and
Nigga be trippin, you got my lil homie in the cut
That soulja slim nigga , he for dippin

(don't let go)
If you love ta bang
And the rap game is like the dope game
The minute you forget it, it you finished
Them niggas know you ain't with it
Thats they get ignent

(don't let go)
Like a twista, like a twista, get twisted with
It seems it's on, but off, I keep missin this shit
I'm but I try to stay focused wide eye
Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, dip
(don't let go)
Like a twista like a twista get twisted with
It seems it's on but off I keep missing this shit
I'm high but I try to stay focused eye
dead at the chips, I blink, they dip
(don't let go)
It's worth to hang on for
For (don't let go)
Its worth the on (don't let go)
Yea


(life life)

Check out
I'm the of the hardest
The realest of the
But see I don't fuck but g's ballers and killers
So my expression g
If yo bitch is seen wit one of my in the clik
You best believe she done ate a dick
And you cant fault my for dat
We just a of thug niggas, ex drug dealers
The kind of gangsta ass niggas that your love niggas
Don't so that to urself 'cause I'm a tell you now they plug niggas
They slug
Now if yo bitch way out of
when I steppin to doggy dogg you better take your time
Cause out on a limb with slim
And you don't know that 'cause ain't nobody told you that
We need you to em dat (don't let go)
I'm a pistol strappin car jackin hoe slappin mc
I don't know why all y'all bitches is with me
Fuck all my enemies, and cheese with cheese
Circuit tapes with cd's by the 3's in
Biggie was too large and tupac was too
had homies with heat on the street and he got killed
How the fuck did that happen I thought y'all was rappin
but in this real world shit, murder thnags keep crackin
Besides drive bys and
Shit when u head up out the door foget the four
leave home with out it
Now why dog, niggas everywhere rowdy and bout it
And don't doubt it, real violence and don't forget it
Its like I when you ain't with it niggas get ignent

(don't let go)
Like a twista, a twista, get twisted with dis
It seems it's on but it's off I missing this shit
I'm high but I try to focused wide eye
Lookin dead at the chips, I blink, dip
(don't let go)

Its hard to on
I try I try
Life
(don't let go)
Yea
(don't let go)