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

See a lot different from my cell in Clinton
I see is straight bird, straight
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 struck, but don't neva strike?
Hope the beef go but the feds indict
I yo card nigga, it's so clear

You just wanna sell you don't want warfare
You don't wanna ride you get rich and hide
'Cause niggaz would've died if they shot me nine
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 murdah bloody homicide is they cry
When they losin' life

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

You ain't kill 'cause if you did
Why you ain't get the kid that the hit
You I know, that if you live
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, is enough it's time to show 'em who's who
And what is what I how can I respect you
When them niggaz that left you none of 'em blessed you
You know where they are, where perform

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

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

Death of perfection as I move without
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
Might be sum otha G's tryina and color me

But I in the ways of old
When I slit a fools tryna tell on po
That exist, fuckin' snitch
Cut off his dick, put it on his

You really think I was let you slide
Fuckin' wit me you be outcho mind
You really think jail was gon' make 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
Gangland this is the mob you got yo come finish yo job
Just don't get the feds and I'm a reunite you wit yo moms rip

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

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

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

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

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

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