Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

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

Cold (sweaty sheets)
bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't the team
'Cause we labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell whole so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it us
We live the life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
Until I see a in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full ahead)
Due to my ties
I can't around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys ain't of ya
You're 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 talk about my here
Fuck wit' OGs that put in the mirror
And tell me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your life into a scandal

Put my emotions (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 raised of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge

Poured off
like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking Elroy
Maserati lookin' like a on land
Neiman Marcus edition,
Neiman I'm in it, shopping and
thousand spent 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 stay out the forest,
Santana you fucks,
Money man, you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my is up
And that hand-scale is in my pocket
What you (What you want?)
boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, good? (what's good?)
Boys getting them with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that's stamping bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie the dirt
corpse, flies will emerge

Put my aside (why?)
'Cause they can never 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 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 of the judge

They say enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or
smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk B
I therapy
The paranoia got me conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the
I make it off the plane I'm a to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, like grams of the
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 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 thug changes, and changes
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Put my aside (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 standing in of the judge (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