Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

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

Cold (sweaty sheets)
bad dreams (nightmares)
I the Feds don't grab the team
'Cause we been labeled as the makers (Dipset)
We sell whole pies so you 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 ball out (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 ain't heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the boys to murder ya
You're at a cracker's worst nightmare
Young, black, and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life
Fuck OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a
The media will turn whole life into a scandal

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

off Bentley
Looking like
Jetson car, I'm like Elroy
Maserati like a shark 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 that ain't get his porridge
You stay out the forest, warning
Santana you fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the
I see you clear, my is up
And hand-scale is still 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?)
getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie the dirt
corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can never 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 in front 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

They say your is close, your friends even closer
to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you ride or die?
smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk B
I therapy
The paranoia got me thinking
Paper on the brain, the brain on the
I make it off the plane I'm a land to a
My right hand to God, put my hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, grams of the hard
You of us, the murderers, the most shady (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the Feds me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my
When I push fees the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of
They know I got pistols if you catch me 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?)
'Cause they 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 (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 in front of the judge