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 some on my mind
(I know)

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

They think they me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who killed my
I know names
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't nothing gon'
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 a knock
Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas that
Sometimes I God that I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's hard to keep your head up
one: the homies never came to see me
Suspect two: Red hid my gun the TV
three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment
Shit cause we fought and he couldn't see me
There's usually ten niggas in our spot
Cold ass night, I'm like a janitor at Wing
I play Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm cool with mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my not
Hole in my chest bout the of a Kumquat
I know who shot me cause I shot
But who set me up? I ain't but
(I know)

They think they me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who killed my
I wanna know
explain
I can kill you but nothing gonna 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

Let me you how I met my nigga Wack
Shit, he always have a nigga back
When I met him, he was standing behind
And everything is all good when you for your hood

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