Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Around

[Fiend
My Lord, I'm in a bad situation
First forgive me for my
Past, present, and
I eat in a couple days
All I'm trying to you
Is this here, I see a to eat
them niggas sleeping across the street
And I'm go get em' [gun

I was a reject on the ghetto
In the end thangs thangs servin out them rocks (baby)
Quanties but I know
In contest I got to hold somebody
Got a gun name
And he bout to put his on him
I wanna if he I'm bout to put that gangsta lean on him (bzzzz)
Thinkin' to myself it's only for the worst if I him
When I'm none of you take it personal
Bustin' got me stuck, (damn) All I see is bitch
2 more got to go and I got the aim still
Don't this
I said you was go bleed I greed
It was a matter of time before my mind it find
Proceed 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize Soza
it off to a J' everyday
For all the pay
My beretta say a day
And I believe nigga
Money go make souls leave that

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You see I don't fuck around I don't even to say
Cause all the G's my way
Know that I play (nigga)

My mind already made that FIEND the shots
(I'm the shots)
My nine already engrave we got the that's hot(horn honking)
It got to hot in my neighborhood
So I'm a chill and make the flavor good
It's
this nigga got to eat (I'm hungry)
So I'm a handle my bussiness on these streets
My rifle
My mind at at all times
Along with a blunt helps all crimes
My style the whole, put me into crack
My paper
though I did erase the black (so what)
Picture
A survivor takin' and for his
I to guide the surviving kids
me
Next I done bought me some plastic
And teach my lil how to sell and bag these rocks
I'm a some say I'm just like Gotti
my respect with my A-k shottie
Don't know
But I got hands of steel
(slap slap I tell ya bout playin huh)
But in these streets it's kill or be killed
Murderous
to do what I gotta
Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar (come at the collar)
and powder
This shit go keep me in
I want money as my and take moet showers
Drug go sour
That's why my gat on the
So want ya come test the mother fuckin' baddest

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I ain't to be fucking with I'm a nigga
to get it on for the throne
The dirt I did got me Capone
Blowin'
In revenge, for my and kins
many men
Some personal but for ends
My
Be forgotten, actin rotten
With the crockin'
I got the poppin'
Plottin up warfares
For my heirs,
I don't
For ? got me scared
niggas made it home
With loss souls
I done toss those
Left in the (handle that)
The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the
But a car of niggas died crying my name
Releasing like Charde
But in my way (my way)
Split a on the highway (highway)
it was my say (my say)
I died that day but GOD told me finish my
Hit the hash, all the guns and cash
And

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