Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Out

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

mad
day out
I'm

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I up the beats when i hop on em
Got six years for the i don't talk on em
wiretaps had me trapped like bin Laden
And i did it on my hands like no
Used to look up to these now i walk on em
The OG's is getting old and we still
Don't get close, don't get close boy the clique
boys mix up like the henny with the hypnotic
Your time's up boy you hear the tic tocking
And tic tacs for these shitty still talking
I ball hard the heat boy i'm Chris Bosh-ing
I do laps on you rappers like stop
I'm running Bolts and they can't stop em
I got and cheese like a pizza topping
The clip long like the neck on a ostrich
I put a hole in this fishes head dolphin
They like how you on the block and you clocking
you just 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 niggas up quick a rubix
Cubix, talking like they done it but we do
Your girlfriend's on my balls like
Had to brush her off get her gone hocus
Hammer on me, on me i'm roofing
Ladder and a belt full of like construction
get close we the clique like a button
Get a man by the click of a button
Don't get we the clique like a button
Get a man ghost by the of a button
I up the beats when i hop on em
Got six years for the phones i talk on em
Hunned rounds in the clip that's a big
I got ninety-five troops and they all
They throw rocks like on my Bart shit
bullet blue top call it Marge Simpson
And i that i fell off, first day out
I just road imma boss
More on me than a Ras'
And i just a deal what you feel like
The first day out and it feels
Did two in the cell
And a it some changed in the pen
All do the math
I bet i'll do it all
They gave me a few years the same selling guns
A couple for human trafficking
The whole don't get know's what it is
So fuck the and the poltics
And i that i fell off hahaha
The day out moving too stout
I got a watch for my bro and a new
I got a chain and brains from my main bitch
A couple bands hunned dollas for a bitch
I'm doing better a lotta niggas
And they been on the road the whole time
A bums in the 6
Bout to catch niggas sleeping by the stop sign
See i was sitting kicking sipping shine
Locked all week doing hard time
See i was on house but it got real
I got knocked for a breach went
I tried plea but told me no deal
524 had me sitting cold meals
Every time he us he get the cold chills
A freeze up like ice he stands still
Imma punch him in his grill
Bring all of your imma turn em into road kill
was snitching to the 12's i had three trials
They was happy i was gone for a gone
Was in the city but shipped the boy outta town
Had by myself had to hold it down
let me out a year early got me on parole
They tried to ban me from my city but i'm home
They know i'm bout to take over so mad on road
But em niggas in the bin they couldn't use a phone
day out imma gem stone
Imma put a hunned on a Benzo
And i heard that i off, who the sickest in the 6, Ron Dawg