Luyện nghe bài hát Epidemic

Dmac on the track
Tahj

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

Once you get my up, it's over with
Miss who you used to be, that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag, now I act like I know the bitch
Before I knew applyin' wars, tryna go on
Well if he act like he 'bout it, then put him on the
You pick out a casket, 'cause they're goin' quick
They gassed him up, now tears sheddin' when the his pic
I know 'bout flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick
My squad goin', bitch, we don't do no assist
wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his nitch
Might him at the red light, tryna load his blick
Everyday a gamble with your life, all we know is
From the windy city you're down to see the coldest 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 niggas die that disease
He gon' let that .9 with ease
Can I speak my mind, can I
I know she might cry if I
I been fooled by and thiefs
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time freeze

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

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 niggas die from disease
He gon' let that .9 blow ease
Can I my mind, can I breathe?
I know she cry if I leave
I been fooled by liars and
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time cannot