Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

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

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I hope the Feds grab the team
we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the up
Tell no lies, so the 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')
I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the (full speed ahead)
Due to my ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the (East Side)
And if my gun ain't 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 Nikes
Boy you talk about my here
wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a
The will turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my aside (why?)
'Cause can never take me alive (no)
ride (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 take me alive (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 in front of the judge

off Bentley
Looking like
Jetson car, I'm looking like
Maserati lookin' a shark on land
Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman I'm in it, shopping and
Five spent on pants, man (man)
love it, nigga's want 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 stay out the forest, warning
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
you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, 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
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 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 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 front of the

say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to 'Pac up ten in the (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 conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the
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, like 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 cuffs on me and my
When I push fees through the streets, 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 9/11, the price of the drugs changes
(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 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 raised of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the