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 for the phones i don't talk on em
Them 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 old and we still mobbing
get close, don't 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 for these shitty niggas still talking
I ball hard the heat boy i'm Chris Bosh-ing
I do laps on you rappers like 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 hole in this fishes head damn
They how you on the block and you still clocking
you just did the bid nigga no auction
No nigga first day out
Fuck the talk i let on you loose lips
Baby nine hearts call that shit cupid
Twist niggas up quick like 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 of tools 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 click of a
I up the beats when i hop on em
Got six years for the i don't talk on em
Hunned rounds in the clip that's a big
I got ninety-five troops and they all
They throw like slingshots on my Bart shit
Yellow bullet blue top it Marge Simpson
And i that i fell off, first day out
I just touched road imma
More knots on me a Ras'
And i just signed a deal you feel like
The day out and it feels nice
Did two in the cell
And a it some changed in the pen
All straight do the
I bet do it all again
They gave me a few years the same selling guns
A more for human trafficking
The whole don't get close what it is
So the internet and the poltics
And i heard that i fell off
The first day out too stout
I got a for my bro and a new belt
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 been on the road 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 all week doing hard time
See i was on arrest but it got real
I got knocked for a breach went
I tried plea but police me no deal
524 had me sitting eating cold
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 dawgs imma turn em road kill
was snitching to the 12's i had three trials
They was i was gone for a long gone
Was in the but they shipped the boy outta town
Had nobody by 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 take 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 sickest in the 6, Ron