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

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

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

You just wanna records you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you get rich and hide
'Cause niggaz would've 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 that rip 'em
'Cause a blood comin' outta his heart
It's murdah bloody is what they cry
they losin' their life

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

You ain't Homa 'cause 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

Somebody got jumped, got cut
You a boxer nigga, got shot
got crushed, you screamin' what what
Okay okay killa you

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

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

Hear that boy the shots they rip 'em
'Cause it's a comin' outta his heart
Hear that boy the shots rip 'em apart
'Cause a blood 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 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 slit a fools throat tryna on po
That shouldn't exist, snitch
Cut off his dick, put it on his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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