Luyện nghe bài hát Epidemic

Dmac on the fucking
Money

I'm so of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed"
Don't to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow ease
Can I my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I
I been by liars and thiefs
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time freeze

Once you get my pussy up, it's with
who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag, now I act like I don't the bitch
Before I applyin' wars, tryna go on hits
if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the list
You better pick out a casket, 'cause they're quick
They gassed him up, now tears when the post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he on a lick
My whole goin', bitch, we don't do no assist
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't his nitch
Might catch him at the red light, tryna load his
Everyday a with your life, all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're down to see the shit

I'm so of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed"
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause die from that disease
He let that .9 blow with ease
Can I my mind, can I breathe?
I she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by and thiefs
out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

Switchers on them glaciers, get to blowin' it's for me
Promise to my son, the street won't get no more of me
Remember every line from
See they peep on ballin', go on the ignorin' me
Always gotta spass, unleash the beast they recordin' me
Lord, I'm tryna it easy on them, but they forcin' me
See him in person, that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them in the van
You know it's fuck the side
been fuck the other side, we don't get along
If we bop like Marvin Gaye, let's get it on
Ain't for the head, chopper spread, we get 'em gone
Independent, her down, and she feelin' grown
Tryna her flaw, she filled with silicone
And she ain't all innocent, she did a wrong
I got a playlist for heart, girl, pick a song

I'm so of "Farewells" and "R.I.P's"
In the trenches "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed"
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause niggas die from disease
He let that .9 blow with ease
Can I my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I
I been fooled by and thiefs
Iced out my Rollie, but I time cannot freeze