Luyện nghe bài hát For The Record

Where it at, it at
it at, where 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 tryin' to sound mase?
Listened to his tape, this lil' nigga to sound like cake
Maybe I'm just killin', maybe he just

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tinkerbelle, enough is it's time to show 'em who's 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, they perform

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

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

Death of perfection as I move motion
Ain't no nigga in his game doin' the that I'm quotin'
Take a look 'cause you'll neva 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 fools tryna tell on po
That shouldn't exist, fuckin'
Cut off his dick, put it on his

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

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

I guess this just music
'Cause jail only made me much mo'
And the nigga knew this that's why he tryed to sign me to G-unit
'em how you made me offers
I run with that blood I'm a godfather

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

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

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

Muhfuckaz as me how I at night
Pretty 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

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