Luyện nghe bài hát Going Back

[verse1: Sound]
I love New
Every at the barbershop we doing smoke
During the week plannin' the
Throw away! Throw away! Runnin' from the
Check it! Mexican? Now give me!
I'm like GSP, the girls me nigga gorilla
the gun at me and pulled the trigger
You're "Get The Dollar" isn't for you nigga
kills killa, so be a killa
Your to talk!
I hear his voice echoin' through New York

[chorus: Sound]
Going
We don't the contract
I would hit his head
I would have left his bed red

BACK!

[verse2: Jim
So listen! my time!
Fuck 'em Rich!
Check it in my sneakers, comin' home after another
back! A pistol was between me and my contract
Shot the Rock! the Dway!
I'm hungry? Not
Nah, I don't know who'u nigga
I know was the killa
Flight to Cali, to Rome
My respect on the street has not
Now I private jet, but I got the same name
I'm still wit' T.B.S. fuckin' your mo'fuckin' game

Sound]
What?
One time!

[Jim
My on the street has not changed
Now I gotta private jet, but I got the same
I'm still wit' T.B.S. Thug your mo'fuckin' game

[chorus: Bigg
Going
We think the contract
I would have hit his
I would have his bed completely red

[verse3: Sound]
Hug to J.
50 Cent is to my block
I try to do somethin'
I still my bike
In the main avenue for exchangin' wit' Cadence
What? up!
Speech New York! Mom to stand up
Where is my paper? I'm back
I'm taking me my gat
A Benz, a cap
New York will always be the Smalls crib
Here the will always be present on the street

Bigg Sound]
Going
We don't think the
I would hit his head
I would have left his bed red
Going
We think the contract
I would have hit his
I would have left his bed red

BACK!