Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme wit' you for second, holla at you
True

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the
we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He us (pray for me)
And outlaws is it made us
We live the life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
Until I see a in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the (full speed ahead)
Due to my ties
I roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys heard of ya
You're I get the young boys to murder ya
You're at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh Nikes
Boy you about my life here
wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they me that life's but a gamble
The will turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me (no)
I'mma (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me (no)
ride (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge

Poured off
Looking steroids
Jetson car, I'm like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a shark on
Neiman edition, contraband
Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five spent on pants, man (man)
love it, nigga's want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I 'em for it (huh)
Believe it, I'm like a that ain't get his porridge
You stay out the forest, warning
It's you fucks,
Money man, you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my is up
And that hand-scale is in my pocket
What you (What you want?)
Dough in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's (what's good?)
getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's stamping them (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie the dirt
Your corpse, flies will

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can take me alive (no)
ride (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never me alive (no)
ride (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm in front of the judge

say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you ride or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk B
I therapy
The paranoia got me thinking
Paper on the brain, the brain on the
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a
My right hand to God, put my right in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, grams of the hard
You of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)
on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put on me and my assailants
When I fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of
They know I got pistols if you me outta town (loaded)
A changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can never take me (no)
I'mma (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never me alive (no)
I'mma (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a (I'm a thug)
And if I'm in front of the judge