Luyện nghe bài hát For The Record

Where it at, it at
Where it at, it at
it at, where it at

Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his or
Do he rhyme wit a slug tryin' to sound mase?
Listened to his tape, this lil' used to sound like cake
Maybe I'm just killin', he just snitchin'

See a whole lot different from my in Clinton
I see is straight bird, girl
Yea he be a killa,you kill the
you look at the facts and not the hype

Like who got shot and who got
Who keep struck, but don't neva strike?
Hope the beef go but the feds indict
I know yo card nigga, it's so

You just wanna sell you don't want warfare
You don't ride you wanna get rich and hide
'Cause niggaz would've if they shot me nine times
Hey it's for the record take this mob shit serious, please respect it

Hear we go with that rip 'em apart
'Cause it's a comin' outta his heart
It's bloody homicide is what they cry
they losin' their life

Muhfuckaz as me how I sleep at
Pretty witta slur an my heat held tight
Pray to god while I'm gone, is what feels like
Finish my on this earth and turn off the lights

You ain't kill Homa if you did
Why you ain't get the kid that the hit
You know I know, that if you
That shit you spit, somebody got somebody

got jumped, somebody got cut
You a nigga, nobody got shot
got crushed, you screamin' what what
Okay killa you suck

Tinkerbelle, enough is it's time to show 'em who's who
And what is what I how can I respect you
them niggaz that left you ain't none of 'em blessed you
You where they are, where they perform

Bust yo gun, stop makin'
Please no ghetto Quran
You got money now time to bomb
And that's just from the
Take this mob shit serious please it

Hear that boy the shots rip 'em apart
it's a blood comin' outta his heart
Hear that boy the shots rip 'em apart
'Cause a blood comin' outta his heart

Death of as I move without motion
Ain't no in his game doin' the shit that I'm quotin'
Take a good look you'll neva a see another of me
Might be sum otha G's tryina and color me

But I believe in the of old
When I a fools throat tryna tell on po
That shouldn't exist, fuckin'
Cut off his dick, put it on his

You really I was gon' let you slide
Fuckin' wit me you must be mind
You really think was gon' make thinks right
Nigga I will shoot you till you yo life

I was mindin' my own, word got back, niggaz talkin' po
I was like oh, God be ready for this nigga to go
this is the mob you got yo break come finish yo job
Just get the feds involved and I'm a reunite you wit yo moms rip

I this ain't just music
'Cause jail only made me mo' ruthless
And the bitch nigga this that's why he tryed to sign me to G-unit
'em how you made me offers
I don't run that blood I'm a godfather

Loved on street, conquered streets
Hurts yo that you don't get that honor
The I paid for that ten years up top
Not seven months

I walked the with blood
the bus with 'cause went gun for gun
I earned my lug you, you just
You will neva be G, despite yo
Take mob shit serious, you gon' respect it
Tha's for the record

we go with the shots that rip 'em apart
'Cause it's a blood outta his heart
murdah bloody homicide is what they cry
When they losin' life

Muhfuckaz as me how I sleep at
good witta slur an my heat held tight
Pray to God while I'm gone, is what feels like
Finish my work on this earth and turn off the

off the lights
Turn off the
off the lights
Turn off the