Luyện nghe bài hát Druglord Superstar

Got a new gig, here you again kid
fresh out the dog, done did bid
but you can't stay here no
Not in crib
Not with the foul way that you to live
I remember you would take long on the first of the month
not giving a fuck what I want

(Break)
Hey Lyte, that nigga, smoke this shit.
Count to ten, all good.

The day you left I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed
cause of your fucking wish
Broken everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't care
Got my shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends
Years ago you started on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean
It was you and your boy Dunn, making suicide runs
But it was all in fun till tried to run with half of your cut
Now boss is looking at you saying "What the fuck is up?"
What's up? But you say, "Fuck him" you could start your own and things
Besides you get a lot of to swing
Now you got eight men working 7 days a
2 be the runners, 5 on the
1 be the side kick,, the right hand, you know the one that ride shotgun he the man
They'd kill to be where you are, oh yeah! The druglord
You got a new crib, new truck, new car
to fit in, throwing parties for them big type rap stars
But on the other side of town, shit is getting hot, man got shot
and blew up your tree spot, on 125th and St. Nick, shit is getting thick
Your boy got caught in St. Martin a brick, now he's exile
You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of them is nothing but suckas
I got at my door wanna know do I know a black
now I ain't never ya no shit like that, I'm fed up
I can't take it no more, you see I'm blazing at the nigga knocking at my door
I heard you're on the run now, D is in the
ratted your ass out and gave what, when and how
They'd all kill to be you are, the druglord superstar
They found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi man with his eyes dug out and black engraved in his hand.
Word around is the ass in the biz,
To let 'em your men off you must be soft.
Heard they up your car and ransacked your loft,
now you need a get away a to hide, cause your man done snitched on the inside
You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have nodding when
said
"Crime pay"
I got a new gig, here you again kid, fresh out the dog
done did bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib
not the foul way that you choose to live
Motherfucka -- you what/
Just, just take shit all right! Just take it!
Cause I'm sick of this - I can't take it no more
just it, I don't know who the fuck you think you are
you could just come back here and try to enter my life -- like I need you
I -- I'm thru with you motherfucka
get out! You put me thru too much heartache
too much
I had to go thru -- I do it no more