Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 calicol will y'all souls, masada
The of the most prolific writer
Upon my death bed in in fire
See my most
the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up
Hear the of 100 choirs
And angels looking down at my body to wires
Priest by the widow spider that spit saliva
I for lifers and boxers at rikers
I pain
ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in this game, flooded up
up change, quick to pop a slug in your brain
If you a killer, then slugs we
We like the mobsters, bullet and choppers
Cop cars and blockers, they tryin to knock us
Catch us behind the bitches, d's tryin to pop us
On cbs while the world watch us

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I do shit for my thugs
I do this shit for the at the club
I do this for the niggas that I love
I do this shit for the streets, a nigga gotta eat, luv (2x)

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I write theories that's motion pictures, hear me?
I spit it clearly to roast niggas, feel me?
Gangster, life of a don my
Sling on my arm, rubber grip tight in my left arm
Body suited with teflon, it's
a eyebrow at the child, respectfully bow
Pay hommage, gold in my garment
Hot slugs miss me I'm god-sent
If it hit me, it's god's
No man a life, I'm late in the night
Catch me in the hood the dice
a heist
Some say my is satan's alike
Cartel, pop shells our heart fails
Brooknam, a.k.a.
Clappin at the
with fake tits
At
We live the life of a true

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I a holy spirit comin on me
My lifestyle: based on a story
Read the credits: name alphabetic
On clear film with no
bleedin in the hands of medics
Priest, I it epic
on records, majestic
Physique: I six feet
Observe my posture, my click's
Director's edition, just
The words on my sheet, I write a novel
Speak on behalf of slain apostle
My slang's hostile, say my name as
Masada, pop 2 through the booth
Don't say nothin, pull my weapon and
Bullets their suits
Herut's put death in my shoes
Cats die violent in war, the .4
The fall slow motion, seen the silent

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