Luyện nghe bài hát Go Hard Or Go Home

Go hard or go [x16]

1]
As I get comfy on the
Rather f-k wit raw wouldn't wit the crack
Yea, never wit the pack
That's why a n--a so clumsy wit the stacks
Yea, so clumsy wit racks
I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps
Half a sentence a half on my lap
Plus I got of the task on my back
They ain't got but time, the f-k is that
I'd rather be in then broke, this s-t is wack
Jizzle only for ya dog, this s-t is crack
Use to hide em up in my crib, the is back

2]
Peel the top off the pot jus like a
Off white side n it aint pasta
d-n right he know what he look at his posture
Man we jus happy we n--a I got ya
What u got in ya sound like an opra
Way u stuntin on niggas deserves an Oscar
Yo I all day jus like a rosta
And u its M.O.B. live like a mobster
Tell me how them project niggas live the doctors
Studied them niggas we got our doctorates
Yea the streets a book I be the author
Think I'll call it SLP stunt like my

3]
Dear lord father please forgive me
Can't turn back on em now these niggas me
Never of lettin em down that s-t'll kill me
First year the money was dirty but now it's
Dear heavenly you know the real me
The use to hide it in the attic a mill me
The use to get it in before the me
Now niggas actin like I owe em em bill me
Back up on our grind we put the worst us
No direct eye he might blind us
Risk it all everyday of the so don't remind us
Street niggas we be in the streets that's ya find us

Go hard or go [x16]

1]
As I get on the track
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Rather f-k wit raw wouldn't wit the crack
Yea, never clumsy wit the
prolly why a n--a so clumsy wit the stacks
Yea, so clumsy wit racks
Though I aim anywhere so wit the straps
Half a life sentence a on my lap
Plus I got half of the task on my
They ain't got but time, the f-k is that
I'd rather be in jail then broke, this s-t is
only word for ya dog, this s-t is crack
Use to hide em up in my crib, the real is

2]
Peel the top off the pot jus like a
Off substance side n it aint pasta
d-n right he know he doin look at his posture
Man we jus happy we n--a I got ya
What u got in ya sound like an opra
Way u stay stuntin on deserves an Oscar
Yo I all day jus like a rosta
And u know its M.O.B. live a mobster
Tell me how them project niggas like the doctors
Studied them projects niggas we got our
Yea the streets write a I be the author
I'll call it SLP stunt like my patnas

3]
Dear lord heavenly father please me
Can't turn on em now these niggas feel me
Never dream of lettin em down s-t'll kill me
First year the was dirty but now it's filthy
Dear father you know the real me
The use to hide it in the attic a mill me
The use to get it in the deal me
Now actin like I owe em tell em bill me
up on our grind we put the worst behind us
No eye contact he might blind us
Risk it all everyday of the so don't remind us
Street niggas we be in the that's where ya find us