Luyện nghe bài hát Fly Out

We here, I we here
The of Tha Carter
The back of Tha II
Yeah, this here is the end of Tha II, people
Hey,

I got the on ball and chain
I the key in the train, I'm like the key in the truck
I a G on these frames, though my vision is priceless
through you niggaz like a fuckin' psychic

Hearin' through the grapevine, niggaz hate mine
Say my name and die in the
You catch my drift, man you be Peyton
Boy, the heat's on, they make a peace

I'm in this bitch, throwin' up the seventeenth
Straight frowns, no daps, three times
A Tec-11, AK 47, one Beretta, for whatever
Tell pussy niggaz come together

wetter, nigga super soaker wetter, nigga
Six feet under flowers, you ain't nothin' but a nigga
I'm just a little nigga, to be a civil nigga
Thirty old, shit that'll be a different nigga

it, Wayne, your mom is listenin'
But she ain't really trippin' 'cause the is piston
Them trippin', until the shots whistling'
Hear them bullets sizzle, like a at attention

I gotta bitch and quit callin bitches
As long as she don't worry the coke in the kitchen
No the crime, I gotta get it
I'm to the game, true playa, no quittin'

There you go shittin' on a way a nigga
Only I know is Benjamin Franklin
Is this the and crime is to no one
I live everyday like this is the one

Train in the tidal wave, this is the
Stand in the heat, till the fuckin'' snow come
And it feels so fuckin'
Throw my dope a rope, let them tug and pull

No hope for the hopeless, rats and
Runnin' the porch, in the attic there's a fortune
and get it, automatics in motion
We bangin' for the bread nigga, even the

I got my loaf, I got my
of the south, I got my coast
Yeah and I die I'm da, da, da, da da
Da rapper alive