Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

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

My little nigga dead, dog
They shot my little in his head, dog
You heard what the fuck I just said,
Walk inside my closet like everything red, dog
If you seen best friend stiff, you would cry too
Sometimes I don't even be a Piru
I think about it like, fuck everything blue
Who killed my 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 shit really
And I've been at the bottom of the pits, me?
I done had some real niggas try to me
Fake niggas in my
Crip niggas loyal 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 can't lie, time I see Suge my heart beat
Cause I don't know if I dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross
And who gon' take it me?

They think know me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who killed my
I wanna know
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't nothing gon'
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 playing Madden I heard a knock
know I got shot but this for niggas that forgot
Sometimes I thank God I got set up
When you twice in the chest, it's kinda hard to keep your head up
Suspect one: the never came to see me
two: Red hid my gun behind the TV
Suspect three: I was beefing with this Crip in my
started cause we fought and he couldn't 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 with taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my chest bout the of a Kumquat
I know who me cause I shot them
But who set me up? I tripping but
(I know)

They they 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 nothing gonna 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

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

That nigga got my number and came through
Now let me tell you the type of the Game do
He walked in the booth I was spitting
Gave him ten thousand, couldn't even his fuckin' sentence
I ain't owe him shit, but recognize real
Now we like two Pits
Cross him, you cross me
And don't about where my nigga AR be
He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, don't give a
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)