Luyện nghe bài hát G.O.DWe Tru$T

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Here's food for thought
(you love to hear the story and again)

This is the that niggas die for
The shit they for
and cry for
Sacrafice life for
turned to savages
Mainly out for lavish
Check the story the story
This is the shit that pray for every night
And bullets ricochet
Some would even for
turned to savages
Check the story, check the
Mainly out for gifts

Yo, I a brother named G
weight's how he did it
G was heavy
Out to make G
Niggas to emulate
Never
Neighborhood lord, he'd make you say
(G) he do it?
Had the blocked down
Pullin' out for treasures
Like ceaser with the ledges
Crack conisour, ghetto
G smoked Benson off his
Got you checkin' out the
They him Poo, but
He up
I when he made a few bucks
was way before he blew up
But he wasn't easy
G was movin'
His started to say
(This mother gettin' greedy)
had a Lex, man Dan was vexed
Didn't the way he started to flex
Club hoppin', takin' his whip
(what the fuck's he vexed?)
G'd his team, now his teams plottin'
To him
Making mad dough like
>From mad blow
So the same old niggas that and strolled wit' him
But he didn't share the cash flow
(what'd do, man?)
Put a hole in 'em

I a brother named O
A super pimp
Had on the stroll
He'd you wanna say (oh oh)
Every single an H-O would give felecio
pesos
(to who?)
Every Tom, Dick or
a sentence
I seen him turn a day eventess into an apprentince
Many wifes wenches

Have a fun day, by Monday, she's on the
Met a on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
Planned his attack, now little sports spandex
Then he met a chick named Candace by the Church of St.
Crazy pompous, he never had a
When Candace fucked his money up, Candace was
The nigga flipped on a
(What'd he do, son?)
When she to, that was it, she was fed
He gave the girl more lumps than Thelma's outmeal good times
(What'd she do?)
pull out a twenty two and him in the head

I knew a named D
Livin' on the
Made a to be the top baller
Knew how to papes, but he didn't know the ledge
(and) baller
Made in large portions
A fortune of
And
D was never hesitant to stage a
He'd raise the to take a life
Jewelry glazin' nice
Leavin' in broken arms
D was always johns
(did he read the bible?)
Nah, D was never po' in
out for makin' cabbage
He'd and damage
Coke up his nasal
His estate was
One day, he sat and the lives that he took
For the time in his life, even D got shook
He went on hands and
And asked forgivness from
But it was too
mixed the coke-stra with the nose-stra
He tried to leave the
to run from his job
He to turn his life around
He couldn't run the mob
They found him, tied him up, 'bout to him with led
But before they his life, check the words that they said

(yo)
(G...O...D