Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How We Get It / Splack - Interlude

I'm saying everybody tired of the nickel and dime
Know I'm saying?
Don't no time playa hating on another nigga
Know what I'm sayin', get this man, know what I mean?
See...

I for my nigga, die for my nigga
Send weak body floating in the river
Ways of the day, man nobody
If you should be for sure to walk out your door your 44.

Hell I waited, and I waited, til' I wait no mo'

Man, fuck this rap shit, hit my bro', front me some
See money thirty times a day, still can't seem to
Lower than thirty a month off in a nigga billfold
Now would somebody please let me know, what cha' got to

For when thangs movin' slow, with only six grams of
Life ain't but a struggle when you pit of the poor
Hustle and get it in, like my niggas rockin' the boat
The survive, the weak should die, nigga must stay afloat

Momma work that 8 to 4 Lord, bless her poor soul
Turn this dope into some lyrics nigga, make it
Be it a sold, woah, gotta get it for sho'

Cause we some full-time grinders, hard time

Get it how we knew it, from the smoke the dust
From tracks to traps, slabs to
a little round', make it all come back

Now up your mind, as we unclog your brain
And wipe away these of what you ever felt was pain
like rain, it pours, like thunder we roar, your bloods at your ass

So get face up out the floor
And know that real
Cause sometimes I feel the way to survive is, is just to live
My life day by day, in the way I only
So who the is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good went bad, from dwellin' in your path

To partna' keep a look out for niggas startin' to blast
And in a flash, you at home
Under your sheets weepin' in your
Like when them bitches that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep
Now a peep, and tell me what you see

It's dem boys from dat makin' noise in the streets
So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of old fuck shit

Me and my niggas out to get it and it, so nigga duck quick

I put my grind down, I my rhyme up

Ain't no money loss, I it up, who gives a fuck
I'm stuck in the dirt, I put in my work, money to be
10% in church, oh a business now
Don't play dumb shit, by all these sales that I had I need a lil' bit
Oh now you this, I knew you would though
A dirty south straight up out the hood bro'

I went from trapped off in this rap game
Bid clientelle, make a sell, it's all the same
And you recognize, no tears from them eyes
You do that damn thang, wait for that big
They say they know the deal, they say it's all
They feel what I feel, thats they need to kill

A nigga tryin' to live, I gotta pay the
I lay these rap songs, to make you a lil'