Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

Here we go
Ten later
You what man? Uhm
(I know)
it
Ayo C
Give me that Jamison and that juice
you
I got shit on my mind
(I know)

My little Frog dead, dog
They shot my little in his head, dog
You heard what the fuck I just said,
inside my closet like fuck everything red, dog
If you seen your best friend stiff, you cry too
Sometimes I don't even wanna be a
Then I think about it like, fuck everything
Who my motherfuckin' brother?
(I know)
Who G man too? The shit I seen men do
If I told you, I'd have me floating in cement
See Compton ain't really
And I've been at the of the pits, feel me?
I done had real niggas try to kill me
Fake niggas in my
niggas more loyal than a few of my Piru
I done been shot, had a or two
Above the rim like Pac, I'm like birdie at the
I can't lie, every time I see my heart beat
Cause I don't know if I dap him or let the hawk speak
and Brazil, nigga them my cross streets
And who gon' it from me?

They think they me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I wanna names
explain
I can you but ain't nothing gon' change
But I might do it
You die any way
I'm die any way
We can go any day
It can be any day
But for you
is the day
is the day

I was playing Madden then I heard a
Everybody know I got but this for niggas that forgot
I thank God that I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's kinda to keep your head up
Suspect the homies never came to see me
Suspect Red hid my gun behind the TV
Suspect three: I was beefing this Crip in my apartment
Shit started cause we fought and he see me
There's ten niggas in our dope spot
ass night, I'm like a janitor at Wing Stop
I usually play Xbox the gun cocked
I'm cool with taking mine, but I took other gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my chest bout the size of a
I know who shot me I shot them
But who set me up? I tripping but
(I know)

They think know me
But they do not me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I know names
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't nothing gonna
But I might do it
You die any way
I'm die any way
We can go any day
It can be any day
But for you
is the day
is the day

Let me you how I met my nigga Wack
Shit, he ain't always have a nigga
When I met him, he was standing Suge
And everything is all good when you banging for your

That nigga Wack got my and came through
Now let me you the type of shit the Game do
He in the booth where I was spitting
Gave him ten thousand, couldn't even his fuckin' sentence
I ain't owe him shit, but real real
Now we like two Pits
him, you gotta cross me
And don't forget about where my AR be
He be in the cut, that nuts, don't give a fuck
Love his nigga Game to death, and he it from the guts
Blood, what's up? Which one of you mothafuckas wanna try us?
(I know)