Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme two-twelve you for second, holla at you
story

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

Put my emotions (why?)
they can never 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 standing in of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me (no)
ride (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

off Bentley
Looking steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a on land
Neiman edition, contraband
Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand 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 like a that ain't get his porridge
You better 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 hand-scale is still in my pocket
you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, ya at? (where ya at?)
dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boys getting them bricks the stamp on the shit
come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the
Your corpse, will emerge

Put my aside (why?)
they can never take 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 in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can take 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 standing in front of the

They say your enemies is close, your even closer
to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or
Blowin' smoke in the air, getting as the sky (that purple)
I'm staring B
I need
The got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the on the yayo
I make it off the I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, like of the hard
You heard of us, the murderers, the most (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the Feds me (Jones)
They try to put on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta (loaded)
A changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the price of the changes
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Put my aside (why?)
'Cause they can never take me (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 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 standing in of the judge