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
saw me comin' but I made sure you was warned
In a blaze I run a gun high, I'm a horn
See my glarin', stunnin' runnin' by four
I see you shunnin', gimme when I need it or I take it
Fuck game, pass the blame, ain't no need to be
Motha-fuckas want to it to the point where I'm brakin'
Feel the in the heart nigga, ain't no mistakin'
Do away until the corn comin', follow the
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
Take it how you figure mini 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 stop
We gon' make it happen till the one drop
My niggaz it up, it don't quit
In the new millenium, don't check no

My light it up, it don't stop
They gon' know we ran we let the guns pop
My niggaz it up, it don't quit
First one be the first one hit

Something's to jump off
lady, safety's come off
In tight situations we run off
Done off, when the go off
Blaow, 'bout to shit up
Quicker than write shit up
If it get to hectic you might get stuck
Locked and up
While the key players still keep
Never burn bitches cause you might faces
Bust seven caps, stack the layers
Or the house by the mile before see
Suspects, what the fuck
I double up tecks I shuffle up decks
Move for those 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
the fuck?
Try to put it down harder us
Better duck nigga, head like it was puff
? run up
Let me show you we ain't playin' in
Times up, give it up, we gon' play on your
One up, two ahead, made it perfectly
Sol, mother-fucker, switched it in gear

How you me now
A more feisty now
Don't be mad I'm icy now
Just imagine the price be now
Whoa, I come wit, make mouths
Got ya suckin' teeth, poutin a lot
I bring it I crowd the block
Amil-lion and Sol, about to stop

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[Amil &
right, uh

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

For ass
85, uh-huh, uh

Uh

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