Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Out

I did a lotta man
But i'm back at it

mad
day out
I'm

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I dirty up the beats i hop on em
Got six years for the phones i talk on em
Them wiretaps had me trapped like bin
And i did it on my hands like no
Used to look up to these now i walk on em
The is getting old and we still mobbing
Don't get close, get close boy the clique toxic
These boys mix up like the with the hypnotic
Your time's up boy you hear the tic tocking
And tic tacs for these shitty niggas talking
I ball hard the heat boy i'm Chris Bosh-ing
I do laps on you like stop walking
I'm Usain Bolts and they can't stop em
I got and cheese like a pizza topping
The clip like the neck on a damn ostrich
I put a hole in fishes head damn dolphin
They like how you on the block and you still
When you did the bid nigga no auction
No auction first day out
the talk i let loose on you loose lips
Baby nine shoots hearts call shit cupid
Twist squared up quick like a rubix
Cubix, talking they done it but we do this
Your girlfriend's on my balls cubix
Had to her off get her gone hocus pocus
Hammer on me, on me like i'm
Ladder and a belt full of tools like
Don't get we the clique like a button
Get a man ghost by the click of a
Don't get we the clique like a button
Get a man by the click of a button
I dirty up the beats i hop on em
Got six years for the phones i talk on em
Hunned rounds in the that's a big cartridge
I got ninety-five and they all marching
They throw rocks like on my Bart shit
Yellow bullet blue top call it Marge
And i that i fell off, first day out
I just touched imma boss
More knots on me a Ras'
And i just signed a what you feel like
The first day out and it nice
Did two in the cell
And a year it changed in the pen
All straight do the
I bet i'll do it all
They gave me a few years still the same selling
A couple more for trafficking
The whole get close know's what it is
So the internet and the poltics
And i heard that i fell off
The first day out moving too
I got a watch for my bro and a new
I got a and some brains from my main bitch
A couple hunned dollas for a side bitch
I'm better than a lotta niggas
And they on the road like the whole time
A bums in the 6
Bout to catch these niggas sleeping by the sign
See i was kicking sipping moon shine
Locked down all week hard time
See i was on arrest but it got real
I got knocked for a went downhill
I tried plea but told me no deal
524 had me sitting cold meals
time he sees us he get the cold chills
A freeze up like ice when he still
Imma him in his gold grill
Bring all of your dawgs imma turn em road kill
They was to the 12's i had three trials
They was happy i was for a long gone
Was in the city but shipped the boy outta town
Had nobody by myself had to it down
let me out a year early got me on parole
They tried to ban me from my city but i'm coming
They know i'm bout to over so they mad on road
But em happy in the bin they couldn't use a phone
First day out gem stone
put a hunned bands on a Benzo
And i heard i fell off, who the sickest in the 6, Ron Dawg