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

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

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

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

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

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

You ain't Homa 'cause if you did
Why you get the kid that ordered the hit
You I know, that if you live
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 killa you

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

yo gun, stop makin' songs
Please no more Quran
You got now it's time to bomb
And that's from the time
Take mob shit serious please respect it

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

Death of as I move without motion
Ain't no in his game doin' the shit that I'm quotin'
Take a good look 'cause neva a see another of me
Might be sum otha G's tryina 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 really think I was gon' let you
Fuckin' wit me you must be outcho
You really 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 be ready for this nigga to go
Gangland this is the mob you got yo come 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 me much mo' ruthless
And the bitch nigga knew that's why he tryed to sign me to G-unit
Tell 'em how you 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 feds I for that ten years up top
Not months shop

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

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

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

Turn off the
Turn off the
Turn off the
Turn off the