Luyện nghe bài hát Epidemic

Dmac on the track
Money

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 my mind, can I breathe?
I know she might cry if I
I been by liars and thiefs
out my Rollie, but I know time cannot freeze

Once you get my up, it's over with
Miss who you used to be, 'cause who I was closer with
I'm in my bag, now I act I don't know the bitch
Before I knew wars, tryna go on hits
Well if he act he 'bout it, then put him on the list
You better pick out a casket, 'cause they're quick
They him up, now tears sheddin' when the post his pic
I know 'bout some flukey shit, I he died on a lick
My whole squad goin', bitch, we don't do no
Potential wasted, couldn't in his lane, he ain't know his nitch
Might him at the red light, tryna load his blick
a gamble with your life, all we know is risk
From the windy 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 to be an opp, 'cause 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 and thiefs
Iced out my Rollie, but I know cannot freeze

Switchers on them glaciers, get to like it's for me
Promise to my son, that the street won't get no of me
Remember every line from
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 they me
See him in person, then that boy won't on shit he been sayin'
Pop shit like Taliban, loadin' up them in the van
You know fuck the other side
Always been fuck the side, we don't get along
If we bop heads like Gaye, let's get it on
Ain't for the head, chopper spread, we get 'em gone
Independent, her hair down, and she grown
Tryna correct her flaw, she 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 yellin' "Gang, gang, mob ties, what I bleed"
Don't claim to be an opp, 'cause die from that disease
He gon' let .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