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 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 old and we still mobbing
Don't get close, get close boy the clique toxic
These mix up like the henny with the hypnotic
Your time's up boy you hear the tic tocking
And tic for these shitty niggas still talking
I ball hard with the boy i'm Chris Bosh-ing
I do laps on you rappers stop walking
I'm Usain running and they can't stop em
I got beef and cheese like a topping
The clip long the neck on a damn ostrich
I put a in this fishes head damn dolphin
They like how you on the block and you still
When you just did the bid no auction
No nigga first day out
Fuck the talk i let on you loose lips
Baby nine shoots hearts that shit cupid
Twist squared up quick like a rubix
Cubix, talking like they done it but we do
Your girlfriend's on my balls like
Had to her off get her gone hocus pocus
Hammer on me, on me like i'm
Ladder and a belt full of tools construction
Don't get close we the clique a button
Get a man by the click of a button
Don't get close we the clique a button
Get a man ghost by the of a button
I dirty up the when i hop on em
Got six years for the i don't talk on em
Hunned rounds in the clip a big cartridge
I got troops and they all marching
They throw rocks like slingshots on my shit
bullet blue top call it Marge Simpson
And i heard that i fell off, day out
I touched road imma boss
More on me than a Ras'
And i just signed a deal you feel like
The first day out and it nice
Did two years in the
And a it some changed in the pen
All straight do the
I bet i'll do it all
gave me a few years still the same selling guns
A more 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 and some brains from my main bitch
A couple hunned dollas for a side bitch
I'm doing better a lotta niggas
And they on the road like the whole time
A bunch in the 6
Bout to catch these niggas sleeping by the sign
See i was kicking sipping moon shine
Locked down all week doing time
See i was on arrest but it got real
I got knocked for a breach went
I tried plea but police told me no
524 had me sitting eating cold
Every time he sees us he get the cold
A freeze up like ice he stands still
punch him in his gold grill
Bring all of your imma turn em into road kill
They was snitching to the 12's i had trials
They was happy i was gone for a gone
Was in the city but shipped the boy outta town
Had nobody by had to hold it down
let me out a year early got me on parole
They tried to ban me my city but i'm coming home
know i'm bout to take over so they mad on road
But em niggas happy in the bin they couldn't use a
First day out imma gem
put a hunned bands on a Benzo
And i that i fell off, who the sickest in the 6, Ron Dawg