Luyện nghe bài hát For The Record

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

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

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

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

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

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

as me how I sleep at night
Pretty good 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 get the kid that ordered the hit
You I know, that if you live
That shit you spit, somebody got somebody

Somebody got jumped, got cut
You a nigga, nobody got shot
Nobody got crushed, you what what
Okay okay killa you

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 know where they are, they perform

Bust yo gun, makin' songs
no more ghetto Quran
You got now it's time to bomb
And just from the time
Take this mob serious please respect it

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

Death of perfection as I move motion
Ain't no nigga in his doin' the shit that I'm quotin'
Take a good look 'cause you'll a see another of me
Might be sum otha G's trace and color me

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

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

I was my own, word got back, niggaz talkin' 'bout 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 don't get the involved and I'm a reunite you wit yo moms rip

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

Loved on every street, streets
Hurts yo heart that you get that honor
The feds I paid for that ten up top
Not months shop

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

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

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

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