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 pickle juice
you
I got some shit on my
(I know)

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

They think know me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who killed my
I know names
explain
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 then I heard a knock
Everybody I got shot but this for niggas that forgot
I thank God that I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's kinda hard to keep your up
Suspect 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 niggas in our spot
Cold ass night, I'm a janitor at Wing Stop
I usually play Xbox the gun cocked
I'm cool with taking mine, but I took other niggas'
wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my chest bout the size of a
I know who shot me cause I 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 killed my
I wanna names
explain
I can you but ain't 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 tell you how I met my nigga
Shit, he ain't always a nigga back
When I met him, he was behind Suge
And is all good when you banging 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
Gave him ten thousand, couldn't finish his fuckin' sentence
I ain't owe him shit, but recognize real
Now we like two red-nosed
Cross him, you gotta me
And don't forget about my nigga AR be
He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, don't 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)