Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme wit' you for second, holla at you
True

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I hope the don't grab the team
we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, the Lord 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 roll around the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun ain't heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst
Young, black, and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life
wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they me that life's but a gamble
The media turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my aside (why?)
'Cause they can never me alive (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 front of the (Guess what?)
He 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 standing in of the judge

off Bentley
Looking steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like
Maserati like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition,
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 like a bear ain't get his porridge
You better out the forest, warning
It's you fucks,
Money man, make you do a for the bucks
I see you clear, my is up
And hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you (What you want?)
boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's (what's good?)
Boys getting bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's them bricks (us)
Fly the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, flies will

Put my aside (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 standing in front of the (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

say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna or die?
Blowin' in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk B
I therapy
The paranoia got me thinking
on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a
My right hand to God, put my hand 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 through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to me out of bounds
They know I got if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love
And since 9/11, the of the drugs changes
(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 Momma raised 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 standing in front of the