Luyện nghe bài hát Epidemic

Dmac on the track
Money

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 with
Can I my mind, can I breathe?
I she might cry if I leave
I been fooled by and thiefs
Iced out my Rollie, but I know cannot freeze

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

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 die from that 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 freeze

Switchers on them glaciers, get to blowin' like for me
Promise to my son, that the street get no more of me
Remember every line that
See peep 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 forcin' me
See him in person, that boy won't stand on shit he been sayin'
Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up sticks in the van
You know fuck the other side
Always fuck the other side, we don't get along
If we bop heads like Marvin Gaye, get it on
Ain't for the head, chopper spread, we get 'em gone
Independent, her hair down, and she feelin'
Tryna her flaw, she filled with silicone
And she all innocent, she did a nigga 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 know time freeze