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

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

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

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

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

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

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
shit that you spit, somebody got somebody

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

Tinkerbelle, is enough it's time to show 'em who's who
And what is I mean how can I respect you
When them that left you ain't none of 'em blessed 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 that's from the time
Take this mob shit please respect it

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

Death of as I move without motion
Ain't no nigga in his game doin' the shit I'm quotin'
Take a good 'cause you'll neva a see another of me
Might be sum otha G's trace and color me

But I in the ways of old
I slit 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 shoot you till you lose yo life

I was my own, word got back, niggaz talkin' 'bout po
I was like oh, God be ready for this nigga to go
Gangland this is the mob you got yo break finish yo job
Just get the feds involved and I'm a reunite you wit yo moms 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
'em how you made me offers
I don't run with blood I'm a godfather

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

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

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

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

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