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 fooled by liars and
Iced out my Rollie, but I know time freeze

Once you get my pussy up, over with
Miss who you used to be, that's who I was closer with
I'm in my bag, now I act I don't know 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, they're goin' quick
They gassed him up, now sheddin' when the post his pic
I 'bout some flukey shit, I heard he died on a lick
My whole squad goin', bitch, we do no assist
Potential wasted, couldn't in his lane, he ain't know his nitch
Might him at the red light, tryna load his blick
Everyday a gamble with life, all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're down to see the coldest

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, niggas die from that disease
He gon' let that .9 blow with
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 time cannot freeze

on them glaciers, get to blowin' like 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', just go on the me
Always gotta spass, unleash the beast when they me
Lord, I'm tryna take it on them, but they forcin' me
See him in person, then that boy won't stand on shit he sayin'
Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them in the van
You know fuck the other side
Always been fuck the other side, we don't get
If we bop heads like Marvin Gaye, get it on
for the head, that chopper spread, we get 'em gone
Independent, her down, and she feelin' grown
Tryna her flaw, she filled with silicone
And she all innocent, she did a nigga wrong
I got a playlist for your heart, girl, a song

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