Luyện nghe bài hát Fucked...

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Master of emcee slave
Pullin' chief executive on his muppets
The minister of shattered dreams
For these young kids
for this rap status
But he never could add up these b-boy
His pragmatic toys made him money
The abrasive weight of his vendettas
Made him keep two with his industry contingents
Ninjas, paid protection and fringe
He rolls from the stretch benz limited
Caught a sinister smoke screen and henchmen
Straightened his ignited his cigarette
And shoved the knot of his tie and awaited his death
Reckless left him breathless
Mashed his it's a crash in the intersection
A fraction of a
out on the sidewalk
He couldn't his gun out
instantly
He was fucked in the

Is it or imagery?
Senseless acts of
Could it be you got in the industry?
See it
You got in the industry

Cause niggas get off in business
to come up
Awestruck,
But you how they end up
See it
You got fucked in the
You how they end up

Video type for whom you's feen
Appeared in many
her childhood dreams
Got involved this hardcore mc
Said she like to kick it and hang he
her clean
Expensive thangs, names
Ice embedded amidst, red flames she
Stayed in his mix, figured it was all a
Swearin' this nigga was her ticket to fame
But little did she know there was truth to what sayin'
'bout how he made his livin' sellin' cocaine
'bout how he put caps in all his enemies
I guess he the two that came checkin' for change
Didn't his pits squeal necks broke on choke chains
Baskin' in the of fuck faces they just exchange
Maxin' in his home, coolin' out relaxin'
Niggas busted and while she was in between his
and intravenous
Drip her heart rate blip
And the mattress
The sole legacy of this budding
lights and cops cameras followed the action
I wasn't surprise but saddened when it happened

Cause niggas get off in this business to come up
Awestruck, start
But you now how end up

The devious life you get
See it
But you know how end up

Down in san diego at the
I seen a hip-hop get stabbed
That shit was
Caught him in the stomach with about four
Slapped him in his face
And pulled out some big
He said look homie, you know me
Put the gat to his head and slowly
The journalist screamin' and cryin' scared of
mashed him in his jaw with the barrel
Told him stop
Picked him up off his knees ease
I he might squeeze
'til I heard the yellin' freeze!
He for the heavens
Eleven cops put his in a (shuminumaki? )
Blood on the
That's when I peeped that shanked him was a rapper
Hot cause his name got
in a metal case for over a decade
He thought he was
But now he wish day never happened
Askin' his God for
Purgin' is than vengeance tryin' to end this nightmare
The industry clockwork oranged his whole
And his brain until he flipped out

Is that what is
You talk too much you got a gun in mouth
Talkin' big when you man they called you out
Shoulda kept your shit
Cause you know how end up