Luyện nghe bài hát Druglord Superstar

Got a new gig, here you come kid
fresh out the dog, done did bid
but you can't here no more
Not in this
Not with the foul way you used to live
I remember you would long trips on the first of the month
not a fuck about what I want

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

The day that you I spent mad dough trying to get shit fixed
of your fucking death wish
Broken glass everywhere, cause a motherfucka like you just didn't
Got my shot up, had to buy a new body for my Benz, cause of your wild ass friends
Years ago when you on the scene, back and forth smuggling shit from Caribbean
It was you and your boy Dunn, making them runs
But it was all in fun till tried to run with half of your cut
Now your is looking at you saying "What the fuck is up?"
What's up? But you say, "Fuck him" you could your own ring and things
you get a lot of peeps to swing
Now you got eight men working 7 a week
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 superstar
You got a new crib, new truck, new car
trying to fit in, parties for them big type rap stars
But on the other side of town, shit is hot, your 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 with a brick, now exile
You down to 6 motherfuckas and 3 of motherfuckas is nothing but suckas
I got feds at my door wanna know do I 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 next knocking at my door
I you're on the run now, D is in the penile
ratted ass out and gave that what, when and how
They'd all kill to be where you are, the druglord
found a boy in the sand, it was Poppi your man with his eyes dug out and black engraved in his hand.
Word is you're the ass in the biz,
To let 'em your men off you must be soft.
Heard shot up your car and ransacked your loft,
now you need a get away a place to hide, your man done snitched on the inside
You was on the run like a slave aback in the days, you must have nodding when
they
"Crime pay"
I got a new gig, you come again kid, fresh out the dog
done did bid but you can't stay here no more, not in this crib
not with the foul way that you to live
Motherfucka -- you what/
Just, just take your shit all right! Just it!
Cause I'm sick of this shit - I take it no more
just take it, I don't who the fuck you think you are
Thinking you could just come back here and try to enter my -- like I need you
I dont -- I'm thru with you
Just get out! You put me thru too heartache
too much
I had to go thru -- I can't do it no