Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

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

Cold (sweaty sheets)
bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the don't grab the team
'Cause we been as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell pies so you ain't got to cut the cake 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 ball out (ballin')
I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my political
I can't around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun ain't heard of ya
You're I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair
Boy you talk about my life
Fuck wit' OGs that put in the mirror
And they tell me life's but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a

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

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

Put my aside (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 of the judge (Guess what?)
He can 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 standing in 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' smoke in the air, getting as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk B
I need
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 right in the jar (that mixture)
And it all back, like grams of the hard
You of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the hate me (Jones)
They try to put on me and my assailants
When I push through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

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