Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme wit' you for second, holla at you
True

Cold (sweaty sheets)
bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't grab the
we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell whole so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it us
We the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the (full speed ahead)
Due to my political
I roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the young boys to ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst
Young, black, rich and with a fresh Nikes
Boy you talk my life here
Fuck wit' OGs that put dice in the
And they tell me that but a gamble
The media will turn 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)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a (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)
Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge

off Bentley
Looking steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking Elroy
Maserati lookin' a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition,
Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five thousand on pants, man (man)
Bitches it, nigga's want it
So bad wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe it, I'm like a bear that get his porridge
You better stay out the forest,
It's you fucks,
man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my is up
And that hand-scale is 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 with the on the shit
Well come meet the man that's them bricks (us)
Fly the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, will emerge

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can never take me (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 (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

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

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