Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

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

My little nigga dead, dog
shot my little nigga in his head, dog
You heard the fuck I just said, dog?
Walk inside my like fuck everything red, dog
If you seen your friend stiff, you would cry too
Sometimes I don't even wanna be a
Then I think about it like, fuck blue
Who killed my brother?
(I know)
Who killed G man too? The shit I men do
If I you, I'd have me floating in cement shoes
See Compton shit really
And I've at the bottom of the pits, feel me?
I done had some real try to kill me
Fake niggas in my
Crip more 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 know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, nigga my cross streets
And who take it from me?

They think they me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who killed my
I wanna names
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't gon' 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 shot but this for niggas that
Sometimes I thank God I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's hard to keep your head up
Suspect one: the homies never to see me
Suspect two: Red hid my gun the TV
three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment
Shit started cause we fought and he see me
There's usually ten in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I'm like a janitor at Wing
I usually Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm cool with mine, but I took 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 shot me cause I them
But who set me up? I ain't but
(I know)

think 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 ain't nothing 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 behind Suge
And everything is all good when you for your hood

That nigga Wack got my and came through
Now let me you the type of shit the Game do
He walked in the booth I was spitting
Gave him ten thousand, couldn't even finish his fuckin'
I owe him shit, but real recognize real
Now we like two Pits
him, you gotta cross me
And don't forget about where my 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 dumb mothafuckas try us?
(I know)