Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme wit' you for second, holla at you
story

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I hope the don't grab the team
'Cause we been as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord come and us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it us
We the fast life, and so we ball out major (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 roll around without the drip in the (East Side)
And if my gun boys heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's nightmare
Young, black, and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my here
Fuck wit' OGs 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 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 standing in of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never 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 standing in front of the

off Bentley
Looking like
Jetson car, I'm looking like
Maserati like a shark on land
Neiman edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, and
thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, nigga's it
So bad they wanna it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
it, I'm like a bear that ain't get his porridge
You better out the forest, warning
Santana you fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the
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?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's (what's good?)
Boys getting them bricks the stamp on the shit
Well meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly the Byrds, or lie wit' the dirt
Your corpse, 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 never 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

They say enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or
smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk 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 the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to me out of bounds
know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love
And 9/11, the price of the drugs changes
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause can never 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 standing in of the judge (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 of the judge