Luyện nghe bài hát Epidemic

Dmac on the fucking
Tahj

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 gon' let that .9 with ease
Can I my mind, can I breathe?
I know she cry if I leave
I been fooled by and thiefs
Iced out my Rollie, but I know cannot freeze

you get my pussy up, it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause that's who I was with
I'm in my bag, now I act I don't know the bitch
Before I knew applyin' wars, 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 tears when the post his pic
I know 'bout some shit, I heard he died on a lick
My whole squad goin', bitch, we do no assist
Potential wasted, couldn't stay in his lane, he ain't know his
catch him at the red light, tryna load his blick
Everyday a with your life, all we know is risk
From the windy city where you're to see the coldest shit

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 let that .9 blow with 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 cannot freeze

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

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 let that .9 blow with ease
Can I my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I
I fooled by liars and thiefs
Iced out my Rollie, but I know cannot freeze