Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

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

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't the team
'Cause we labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We whole 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 political
I can't roll around without the drip in the (East Side)
And if my gun boys heard of ya
lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's nightmare
Young, black, rich and a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk my life here
wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they me that life's but a gamble
The media will your whole life into a scandal

Put my aside (why?)
'Cause they 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 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 front of the

off Bentley
Looking steroids
Jetson car, I'm like Elroy
Maserati like a shark on land
Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, and
Five spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, want it
So bad wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe it, I'm like a that ain't get his porridge
You stay out the forest, warning
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
What you (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's (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, flies emerge

Put my aside (why?)
'Cause they 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 (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

They say enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the (speeding)
Now, do you wanna or die?
Blowin' smoke in the air, high as the sky (that purple)
I'm staring B
I need
The paranoia got me conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the on the yayo
I make it off the plane I'm a 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)
Been on the low lately, the hate me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my
When I fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of
They know I got pistols if you me outta town (loaded)
A changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the of the drugs 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 Momma raised hell of a (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the (Guess what?)
He can never take me (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