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

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

who got shot and who got knife-d?
Who keep gettin' struck, but neva strike?
Hope the beef go away but the indict
I yo card nigga, it's so clear

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

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

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

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

got jumped, somebody got cut
You a boxer nigga, nobody got
got crushed, you screamin' what what
Okay okay killa you

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

Bust yo gun, stop makin'
no more ghetto 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 they rip 'em
'Cause it's a blood comin' his heart
Hear that boy the they rip 'em apart
'Cause it's a blood comin' outta his

Death of as I move without motion
Ain't no nigga in his doin' the shit that I'm quotin'
a good look '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 throat tryna on po
That shouldn't exist, snitch
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 was gon' make thinks right
Nigga I will shoot you till you yo life

I was my own, word got back, niggaz talkin' 'bout po
I was like oh, God must be ready for this to go
this is the mob you got yo break come finish yo job
Just don't get the feds involved and I'm a reunite you wit yo rip

I guess this just music
jail only made 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 I'm a godfather

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 pathetic
You will neva be G, despite yo
Take this mob shit serious, you respect it
Tha's for the record

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

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

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