Luyện nghe bài hát Gold

A-yo shorty, yo that's my
Oh, smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught
Over here, I'm 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
Anything 220 to 140, that's mine
Y'all need to step the off
Y'all ain't crazy for real

Yo, the fiends coming fast enough
is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
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I'm down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
About to set off something more deep a misdemeanor
the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for
He pushed up on the block and made the dope drop
Like the in the Dow Jones stock
I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch mill's
ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt
Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, had him wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my
And how I a nigga name to John Doe
And while we set up camp, we got
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking apart
Snake got smoked on the set Brandon Lee
Blown out the frame like Pan Am 103
He got swung on, his was torn
A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a
A regular on the block that lookout
For playing predator with a Glock, he should took out

No is rough enough
There is no that's full enough
I can't fold, I gold, I re-up and reload
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Fiends ain't coming enough
There is no cut that's enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and
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It's mandatory that I supply all my with mega firearms
Big apes and 'em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the
Like the last episode on gates, and niggas
Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes
And flows through, all they knew, gun sick
His Glock like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade
Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, worth
His idols would down airports and extort
Some import, catching ten percent of the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in
They keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
The was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad
She died and he put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed
And still his crime and drug wars

Fiends ain't coming fast
There is no cut that's enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
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No neighborhood is enough
There is no clips full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
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There's no cuffs that's enough
There is no niggas fuck with us
I can't fold, I need gold, I and reload
Product must be to you