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

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 beef go but the feds indict
I know yo card nigga, it's so

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

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

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

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

Somebody got jumped, got cut
You a boxer nigga, got shot
Nobody got crushed, you what what
okay killa you suck

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

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

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

Death of as I move without motion
Ain't no nigga in his game doin' the shit that I'm
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
When I slit a fools tryna tell on po
That shouldn't exist, fuckin'
Cut off his dick, put it on his

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

I was mindin' my own, 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 come yo job
Just get the feds involved and I'm a reunite you wit yo moms rip

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

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

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

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

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

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