Luyện nghe bài hát First One Hit

[Amil &
Uh, Amil-lion, Sol
Coins, yeah
what, uh uh
Roc-a-fella,

Uh, uh, uh
Lyrical, blink your eye, the
Never saw me but I made sure you was warned
In a I run a gun high, I'm soundin' a horn
See my glarin', runnin' by negative four
When I see you shunnin', when I need it or I take it
Fuck game, pass the blame, no need to be fakin'
Motha-fuckas to bring it to the point where I'm brakin'
the wrath in the heart nigga, ain't no mistakin'
Do until the corn comin', follow the rain
In it goes, swallow pride like you swallow my
Where the grain, feel my fire, you wish you was tame
Can't you say it, it clear, keep em yellin' my name
Sol, play the cards I was in the game
it how you figure mini keep it, standin' the flames
Basil, how you live it for it, nothin' the same
360, kept em dark, knowin' I came
Stay wit me

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My bitches light it up, it don't
We gon' it happen till the last one drop
My light it up, it don't quit
In the new millenium, check no shit

My bitches it up, it don't stop
They know we ran when we let the guns pop
My niggaz it up, it don't quit
one move be the first one hit

Something's about to off
lady, safety's come off
In tight we niggaz run off
Done off, when the go off
Blaow, 'bout to shit up
than cops write shit up
If it get to hectic then you might get
and tied up
While the key players still keep
burn bitches cause you might need faces
Bust seven caps, stack the layers
Or the by the mile before see neighbors
Suspects, the fuck next?
I double up tecks I shuffle up decks
Move relationships for who cut checks
I want what I want, less
Yeah yeah, Amil-lion, nigga

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Light it up, see me callin' your bluff, up
Lightning struck you thought you was buff
What the
Try to put it down harder us
Better duck nigga, head stoned like it was
? run up
Let me you we ain't playin' in here
up, give it up, we gon' play on your fear
One up, two ahead, made it clear
Sol, mother-fucker, switched it in gear

How you me now
A more feisty now
be mad 'cause I'm icy now
Just imagine the price be now
Whoa, I come wit, mouths drop
Got ya suckin' teeth, poutin a lot
Wherever I it I crowd the block
and Sol, ain't about to stop

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[Amil &
right, uh

Sol
Major Coins the grain
Gaye, Desert Storm (yeah, what, uh)

For ass
85, uh-huh, uh

Uh

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