Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

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

My little Frog dead, dog
shot my little nigga in his head, dog
You heard what the fuck I just said,
Walk my closet like fuck everything red, dog
If you seen your friend stiff, you would cry too
Sometimes I don't wanna be a Piru
I think about it like, fuck everything blue
Who my motherfuckin' brother?
(I know)
Who killed G man The shit I seen men do
If I told you, I'd me floating in cement shoes
See ain't shit really
And I've been at the bottom of the pits, me?
I had some real niggas try to kill me
niggas in my crew
Crip niggas more loyal 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 Suge my beat
Cause I don't if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, them my cross streets
And who gon' it from me?

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

They they know me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I wanna know
explain
I can you but ain't 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 nigga
When I met him, he was standing behind
And everything is all good when you banging for hood

That nigga Wack got my number and came
Now let me tell you the type of the Game do
He walked in the booth I was spitting
him ten thousand, couldn't even finish his fuckin' sentence
I owe him shit, but real recognize real
Now we like two red-nosed
Cross him, you cross me
And forget 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? Which one of you mothafuckas wanna try us?
(I know)