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 dirty up the when i hop on em
Got six years for the phones i don't on em
wiretaps had me trapped like bin Laden
And i did it on my hands like no
Used to look up to niggas now i walk on em
The OG's is getting old and we still
get close, don't get close boy the clique toxic
These boys mix up like the with the hypnotic
Your time's up boy don't you hear the tic
And tic tacs for these shitty still talking
I hard with the heat boy i'm Chris Bosh-ing
I do laps on you rappers stop walking
I'm Usain running Bolts and they can't em
I got beef and cheese like a pizza
The clip like the neck on a damn ostrich
I put a hole in this fishes head damn
like how you on the block and you still clocking
When you just did the bid nigga no
No auction nigga day out
Fuck the i let loose on you loose lips
Baby nine shoots hearts call that cupid
Twist squared niggas up quick like a
Cubix, talking like they done it but we do
Your girlfriend's on my balls cubix
Had to brush her off get her hocus pocus
Hammer on me, on me i'm roofing
Ladder and a belt full of tools construction
get close we the clique like a button
Get a man ghost by the click of a
Don't get close we the like a button
Get a man ghost by the click of a
I dirty up the beats i hop on em
Got six years for the phones i don't on em
Hunned rounds in the clip that's a big
I got ninety-five and they all marching
They throw rocks like on my Bart shit
Yellow blue top call it Marge Simpson
And i heard i fell off, first day out
I just touched imma boss
More on me than a Ras'
And i just a deal what you feel like
The first day out and it nice
Did two years in the
And a it some changed in the pen
All do the math
I bet do it all again
They gave me a few years still the same guns
A couple more for trafficking
The don't get close know's what it is
So fuck the internet and the
And i heard that i off hahaha
The first day out moving too
I got a for my bro and a new belt
I got a and some brains from my main bitch
A couple bands hunned for a side bitch
I'm better than a lotta niggas
And they on the road like the whole time
A bunch in the 6
Bout to catch these niggas by the stop sign
See i was sitting kicking sipping shine
Locked down all week doing hard
See i was on house but it got real
I got knocked for a breach downhill
I tried plea but told me no deal
524 had me eating cold meals
Every 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 dawgs imma turn em into road kill
They was to the 12's i had three trials
They was happy i was gone for a gone
Was in the city but they shipped the boy outta
Had by myself had to hold it down
They let me out a year got me on parole
tried to ban me from my city but i'm coming home
They know i'm bout to over so they 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 fell off, who the in the 6, Ron Dawg