Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second, at you
True

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

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can never me alive (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 me alive (no)
ride (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

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

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

They say your enemies is close, your even closer
Listening to up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or
Blowin' smoke in the air, high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk B
I need
The paranoia got me thinking
Paper on the brain, the on the yayo
I make it off the I'm a land to a payroll
My right to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all back, like 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
I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to me out of bounds
They I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

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