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 in his face or
Do he wit a slug tryin' to sound like mase?
Listened to his tape, this nigga used to sound like cake
Maybe I'm just killin', maybe he just

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

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

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

Hear we go with shots rip 'em apart
'Cause it's a blood comin' outta his
It's murdah bloody homicide is what cry
When they losin' their

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

You ain't kill Homa if you did
Why you get the kid that ordered 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
Nobody got crushed, you screamin' what
Okay okay you suck

Tinkerbelle, enough is enough it's time to show 'em who
And what is what I mean how can I you
When them niggaz that left you none of 'em blessed you
You know where they are, where perform

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

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

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

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

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

I was my own, word got back, niggaz talkin' 'bout po
I was like oh, God must be for this nigga to go
Gangland this is the mob you got yo break come yo job
Just don't get the feds involved and I'm a reunite you wit yo rip

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

on every street, conquered streets
Hurts yo heart that you don't get that
The feds I paid for that ten up top
Not months shop

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

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

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

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