Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

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

My little nigga dead, dog
They shot my nigga in his head, dog
You heard what the I just said, dog?
Walk my closet like fuck everything red, dog
If you seen your friend stiff, you would cry too
Sometimes I even wanna be a Piru
Then I think about it like, fuck blue
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 ain't shit really
And I've been at the of the pits, feel me?
I done had some niggas try to kill me
Fake niggas in my
Crip niggas more than a few of my Piru
I done been shot, had a or two
Above the rim Pac, I'm like birdie at the troops
I lie, every time I see Suge my heart beat
Cause I know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, them my cross streets
And who gon' take it me?

They think know me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I wanna names
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't nothing change
But I do it anyway
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 Madden then I heard a knock
Everybody know I got but this for niggas that forgot
Sometimes I God that I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's kinda hard to your head up
one: 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 cause we fought and he couldn't see me
usually ten niggas in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I'm like a at Wing Stop
I usually Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm cool with mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my bout the size of a Kumquat
I know who shot me I shot them
But who set me up? I ain't but
(I know)

They think know me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I know names
explain
I can kill you but ain't nothing gonna
But I do it anyway
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 tell you how I met my nigga
Shit, he ain't always have a nigga
When I met him, he was behind Suge
And is all good when you banging for your hood

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