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 i don't talk on em
Them wiretaps had me trapped bin Laden
And i did it on my hands no problem
Used to look up to niggas now i walk on em
The OG's is getting old and we still
Don't get close, get close boy the clique toxic
These boys mix up like the with the hypnotic
Your up boy don't you hear the tic tocking
And tic tacs for shitty niggas still talking
I ball hard with the boy i'm Chris Bosh-ing
I do on you rappers like stop walking
I'm Usain running Bolts and they stop em
I got beef and like a pizza topping
The clip long like the on a damn ostrich
I put a hole in this fishes head dolphin
like how you on the block and you still clocking
When you just did the bid nigga no
No auction first day out
the talk i let loose on you loose lips
Baby nine shoots call that shit cupid
Twist squared up quick like a rubix
Cubix, like they done it but we do this
Your girlfriend's on my balls like
Had to brush her off get her hocus pocus
Hammer on me, on me like i'm
Ladder and a belt of tools like construction
Don't get close we the clique like a
Get a man ghost by the of a button
Don't get close we the clique 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 that's a big cartridge
I got ninety-five troops and they all
They rocks like slingshots on my Bart shit
Yellow bullet blue top call it Simpson
And i heard that i 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 nice
Did two in the cell
And a year it some in the pen
All straight do the
I bet i'll do it all
They gave me a few years still the same guns
A more for human trafficking
The whole get close know's what it is
So fuck the and the poltics
And i heard that i off hahaha
The day out moving too stout
I got a for my bro and a new belt
I got a chain and some brains from my main
A couple bands hunned dollas for a bitch
I'm doing better than a niggas
And they on the road like the whole time
A bums in the 6
Bout to catch these niggas by the stop sign
See i was kicking sipping moon shine
Locked down all week doing hard
See i was on house but it got real
I got knocked for a went downhill
I tried but police told me no deal
524 had me eating cold meals
Every time he sees us he get the chills
A freeze up like ice when he stands
Imma punch him in his grill
Bring all of your imma turn em into road kill
They was snitching to the i had three trials
They was happy i was gone for a long
Was in the but they shipped the boy outta town
Had nobody by myself had to hold it
They let me out a year early got me on
They tried to ban me from my city but i'm coming
They know i'm bout to take so they mad on road
But em happy in the bin they couldn't use a phone
First day out gem stone
Imma put a bands on a Benzo
And i heard that i off, who the sickest in the 6, Ron Dawg