Luyện nghe bài hát Got Damn

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted
Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot

They just understand or fathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the
Out of two, they say, malice the meanest
Got for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us

You me for a rapper, huh
Well that makes me an actor, I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them who hate
Who wanna be in my shoes? Live my life, but can't my weight

I understand that the is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the
Naw bitch, I'm liable to ya shit
Light up ya world, you start to stagger and shit

Watch how them hollows straight, ya shit
And I it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga money

Cot damn, when that white the pan
And comes hard, I can account for every gram
And the streets the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer,

of a blow dealer, cost my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the torch carry the game
The I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change
Thug the streets, my is deep, my pain shows

My hearts on a
Nigga that they gave they soul and hearts to you
Nigga told, they breakin' my heart on the so
Watch the phonies, watch ya
We pop, pop, you homey

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga money

They me 'Pusha' for one reason
'Cause I keep sniff all seasons
Whether the price is up or
I keep a mound to pitch from, you don't have to shop

it come to the money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't sharin' my wealth, dog
I about my life, I been around the world thrice times
I mean I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize

Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn
The sell is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear I say, please don't confuse it
My heal, like Curt Mayfield's music
(Are you a pusha?)
Damn right, I treat ya nose to ya
And only pull to cook ya, partner

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted

I been if I die of starvation, things is up as is
So I for my cabbage
Do you not know the most affective way of money
Pull yo gun,

and watch you see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why I be so devilish
They say whatcha do back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still around wit two nines

Who to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines
You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go and tell the police
'Cause every move you make, I'ma a slug
And hope you choke blood, nigga on every you take

Not to be broke, 'cause fate witness
Natural spittin' from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the
Head to the menace, loud niggas gibberish
Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the mineral [Incomprehensible], for
in the livin' room, searchin' to hurtin' you

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the wanted money
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Cot