Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

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

My nigga Frog dead, dog
They shot my little in his head, dog
You heard what the fuck I 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 be a Piru
Then I think about it like, everything blue
Who killed my motherfuckin'
(I know)
Who killed G man too? The shit I men do
If I told you, I'd have me in cement shoes
See Compton ain't shit
And I've been at the bottom of the pits, me?
I done had some real niggas try to me
Fake in my crew
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 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?

think they know me
But they do not me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna know
explain
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 know I got shot but this for niggas 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 with this Crip in my
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 Stop
I usually play Xbox the gun cocked
I'm cool with taking mine, but I other niggas' gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my bout the size 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 do not know me
I do not know me
Who killed my
I wanna names
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 always have a nigga back
When I met him, he was standing behind
And everything is all good when you banging for your

That nigga Wack got my number and came
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 recognize real
Now we two red-nosed Pits
Cross him, you cross me
And don't forget where my nigga AR be
He be in the cut, that nuts, don't give a fuck
Love his nigga Game to death, and he mean it from the
Blood, what's up? Which one of you mothafuckas wanna try us?
(I know)