Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme two-twelve you for second, holla at you
True

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I the Feds don't grab the team
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 is what it made us
We live the life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
Until I see a in the sky
Cop plush put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my political
I can't roll around without the in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys heard of ya
lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You're looking at a worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair
Boy you about my life here
wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a
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)
'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)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge

Poured off
Looking steroids
Jetson car, I'm like Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a on land
Neiman edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, and
Five thousand on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, nigga's 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,
Money man, make you do a for the bucks
I see you clear, my is up
And that is still in my pocket
you want? (What you want?)
Dough in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, good? (what's good?)
Boys them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man stamping them bricks (us)
Fly the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can take 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 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

They say your enemies is close, your friends closer
to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna or die?
smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm staring B
I need
The paranoia got me thinking
on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murderers, the shady (DipSet)
on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, be tailing (speeding)
try to catch me out of bounds
They I got pistols 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 they can never 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 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 of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the