Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 will silence y'all souls, masada
The ghost of the prolific writer
Upon my death bed in in fire
See my most
Smell the smoke my flesh as my ghost rise up
Hear the voices of 100
And angels looking down at my body to wires
Priest kissed by the widow spider spit saliva
I write for lifers and at rikers
I pain
Blue ink the blood in my veins
Thug in this game, up rings
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in brain
If you a killer, then we exchange
We like the mobsters, shells and choppers
Cop cars and road blockers, 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 this for my thugs
I do shit for the chicks at the club
I do this shit for the that I love
I do shit for the streets, cause a nigga gotta eat, luv (2x)

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I write theories motion pictures, y'all hear me?
I spit it clearly to roast niggas, feel me?
Gangster, of a don my icon
Sling on my right arm, rubber tight in my left arm
Body with teflon, it's brooknam
a eyebrow at the child, respectfully 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 shakin the dice
Contemplatin a
Some say my team is satan's
Cartel, pop till our heart fails
Brooknam, a.k.a.
at the spaceship
Bitches fake tits
At
We the life of a true thug

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I a holy spirit comin on me
My based on a true story
the credits: name appears alphabetic
On clear film no edits
Masada bleedin in the hands of
Priest, I it epic
Spoke on records,
Physique: I stand six
Observe my posture, my click's
Director's edition, listen
The words breathe on my sheet, I write a
Speak on of every slain apostle
My slang's hostile, say my as gospel
Masada, pop 2 the confession booth
Don't say nothin, pull my weapon and
Bullets wettin their
Herut's lady put in my shoes
Cats die in war, silence the .4
The fall motion, seen the silent applause

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