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

See a whole lot 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

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

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

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

Muhfuckaz as me how I sleep at
Pretty witta slur 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 kill Homa 'cause if you did
Why you ain't get the kid ordered the hit
You know I know, that if you
That shit that you spit, got somebody

got jumped, somebody got cut
You a boxer nigga, got shot
Nobody got crushed, you screamin' what
Okay okay you suck

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

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

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

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

But I in the ways of old
When I a fools throat tryna tell on po
That 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 think jail was gon' make thinks right
Nigga I will 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 come finish 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 jail only made me much mo'
And the bitch nigga knew this that's why he tryed to sign me to
Tell 'em how you me offers
I don't run that blood I'm a godfather

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

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

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

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 work on earth and turn off the lights

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