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 desires
Smell the from my flesh as my ghost rise up
the voices of 100 choirs
And angels down at my body attached to wires
Priest kissed by the widow spider that saliva
I write for and boxers at rikers
I write
ink replaced the blood in my veins
Thug in game, flooded up rings
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in brain
If you a killer, slugs we exchange
We the mobsters, bullet shells and choppers
Cop cars and blockers, they tryin to knock us
Catch us duck behind the bitches, d's to pop us
On cbs news while the watch us

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I do this for my thugs
I do this shit for the at the club
I do this shit for the 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 to roast y'all niggas, feel me?
Gangster, of a don my icon
Sling on my arm, rubber grip tight in my left arm
Body suited teflon, it's brooknam
Raise a eyebrow at the child, bow
Pay hommage, gold in my garment
Hot slugs miss me cause I'm
If it hit me, god's wish
No man taketh a life, I'm in the night
Catch me in the hood shakin the
Contemplatin a
Some say my team is satan's
Cartel, pop shells till our heart
Brooknam, a.k.a.
at the spaceship
Bitches with fake
At
We the life of a true thug

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I feel a holy spirit on me
My based on a true story
Read the name appears alphabetic
On clear film with no
Masada in the hands of medics
Priest, I it epic
on records, majestic
Physique: I stand six
my posture, my click's deep
Director's edition, just
The words breathe on my sheet, I a novel
Speak on behalf of every slain
My slang's hostile, say my as gospel
Masada, pop 2 the confession booth
Don't say nothin, pull my weapon and
wettin their suits
Herut's lady put in my shoes
Cats die violent in war, the .4
The fall slow motion, seen the applause

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