Luyện nghe bài hát Dumpin'

Who you
One nation under a thug in scar
Young nation no and no cause
One nation young, black and by far
Young nation just to get this

mind state, can't keep my nine straight
Sipping on Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down,
Westside, Death Row, riders

mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, jackers
Forever roll with thugs and dons
Commence to off rounds, then escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo? Makaveli while he sleeping
My mini-fourteen niggas while they creeping
Duck or you ass out, drink till you out
Ain't scared to die, driving in my glasshouse

Niggas is me, they bitches come to me
They heard the stories nigga, now they want to see
Bomb my motto is fully guaranteed
Niggas is player haters, label them my enemies, I'm

Who you
One under a thug in bullet scar
Young no revolution and no cause
One nation young, and dangerous by far
Young nation just trying to get

When it's on I'm popping off every I get
Out the window on some uptown shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here I've here before
Fugitive task force at my door

Now checking in her bedroom, I ain't there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I ain't
Outlaw, and best believe they take me alive
I'm different and I'ma prove it if it me to die

Knew God had a plan for me but
He be laying up in my casket and doing life in a can for me
I'm brazey and paranoid than a bitch
Me dying? You think I'll let them see joy from that

Walking dead angels spending days by me
New Jersey Jon Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, guns clap, mine'll got brat
A soldier Geronimo Pratt

And come cocking the black pound
When they put towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force with the crocodile checks
One some poster sex

and murder, is all I breathe in my life
It's of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the
G riding with boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil

Who you
One nation under a thug in bullet
nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and by far
Young nation just trying to get

I always thought I'd have to die to do a record 'Pac
So I wrote from the of a graveyard box
You end up in a box 'cause of them grave bastards
Dig ya' grave back up snatched you out the

Worms in my eyes eating my cabbage
It's the flesh to the bones, the to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm in a session
With the 'Pac keeping the money, progressive

They don't really no drama, I know your goon's
why I keep pressure on them like on a open wound
This God given, He keep giving me music
So every you hear me, my songs present improvement

Y'all can't kill me, y'all losing
Songs are if I load your gun for you will you bang it out
With some other you better shoot it
Don't try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever

Claiming you repping
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you
You never it, the none sareen a dream, get ready for execution
Papoose, and 'Pac, the revolution

Who you
One under a thug in bullet scar
Young no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and by far
Young just trying to get this

Young nation just trying to get
Just to get this