Luyện nghe bài hát Finish Line

This is dedicated to all those who see it coming

You can live true you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your
Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the finish

You can live true baby you can trife
Whatever way you chose you got to your life
Aiyyo, running out of time and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the finish

And yo! I can't afford to waste a
with my eyes on niggaz checkin' on my weapons
Every millisecond, motherfuckers say true to this
But when they grab the microphone they sound like stupidness

Hah, mad to pull another scandal
I know that you can't handle when I flip from angles
Now my hot wax, burning from my melting candles
You can't take the heat, so you switch from to wearing sandals

This is for example, shit will make a curse
worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now
We don't believe your man was living like
Hoping to that nigga see exactly where his heart was at

It's a damn how son know your style, know your name
Watch how he your file, make you wish you never fuckin' came
Now the hardest motherfucker has his final day
So that shit you talkin', and be about your fuckin' way

You can true baby you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to your life
Aiyyo, running out of time and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the line

You can live true you can live trife
Whatever way you you got to leave your life
Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the finish

Yo, everyday I see you on the block
With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can you wide open
You don't even know going on up in your circle
murder niggaz itch to leave you black blue and purple

Ahh, your man to put you on and tried to make you bleed
Hit you some shit that left you flippin' mad in disbelief
You just can't that niggaz that you smoke with is on it
And the way they rass they got to bust yo' shit

Thought your man was joking, no attention to the situation
Got your crew and just continued smoking
Now man sit and watch you panic
In any other situation you'd be like you gigantic

I guess all that fronting is your talent
It's apparent, he can see through you like you transparent
Aiyyo, you need to watch your back you running out of
Watch your step, 'cuz you only inches from the finish

You can true baby you can live trife
Whatever way you you got to leave your life
Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the line

You can true baby you can live trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave your
Aiyyo, running out of time and you 'bout to cross
The line, the finish line

Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on trail
Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words
I'm watchin' all the moves you fuck the speculatin'
Super-bitch you just be fakin' if I'm not mistakin'

Every move you fake you dig your grave a deeper
Come around me with that I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper
to this, over stress my emphasis
I to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist

Now you walk around the streets with all shit you speak
And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass
Hoo, take a look around you get no type of
Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in own iniquity

Hah, now you out dead and stinkin', and your eyes are no longer
Time caught up quick, with little bitch way of thinkin'
Ahh, watch you diminish, while your have to put a finish
On misleading false image

You can true baby you can live trife
Whatever way you you got to leave your life
Aiyyo, you're running out of time and you to cross
The finish line, the line

You can live true baby you can trife
Whatever way you chose you got to leave life
Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the line

You can live true you can live trife
Whatever way you you got to leave your life
Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the finish

You can live true baby you can live
way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross
The line, the finish line

You can true baby you can live trife
way you chose you got to leave your life
Aiyyo, running out of time and you 'bout to cross
The finish line, the finish

Word is bond, is life
You shall be willing to give your life before words shall fail
All those who out there frontin', misleading peoples
Actin' other than they are

It catch up to you player, word is bond
So that's to all those fake motherfuckers
Living out here on that
Trying to act like they know what the fuck's on