Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme wit' you for second, holla at you
story

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 pies so you got to cut the cake up
no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And is what it made us
We the fast life, and so we ball 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 without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the boys to murder ya
looking at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair
Boy you about my life here
Fuck wit' OGs that put in the mirror
And tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole 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)
'Cause Momma hell 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 like a shark on land
Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, and
thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches it, nigga's want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I '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,
man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
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?)
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 stamping bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie the dirt
Your corpse, flies emerge

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can never take me (no)
ride (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 hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge

They say your enemies is close, your even closer
Listening to up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you ride or die?
smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm staring B
I need
The paranoia got me thinking
Paper on the brain, the on the yayo
I it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murderers, the most (DipSet)
on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my
I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta (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 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)
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