Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 calicol will silence souls, masada
The ghost of the most writer
my death bed in roast in fire
See my desires
the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up
Hear the voices of 100
And angels looking at my body attached to wires
Priest by the widow spider that spit saliva
I write for and boxers at rikers
I write
Blue ink replaced the blood in my
Thug in game, flooded 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 and road blockers, they tryin to knock us
Catch us duck the bitches, d's tryin to pop us
On cbs news the world watch us

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

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I write that's motion pictures, y'all hear me?
I spit it clearly to roast y'all niggas, me?
Gangster, of a don my icon
Sling on my right arm, rubber tight in my left arm
Body suited teflon, it's brooknam
Raise a at the child, respectfully bow
Pay hommage, gold studs in my
Hot miss me cause 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 team is satan's
Cartel, pop shells till our heart
Brooknam, a.k.a.
Clappin at the
Bitches with fake
At
We live the of a true thug

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I feel a spirit comin on me
My lifestyle: based on a true
Read the credits: name appears
On film with no edits
bleedin in the hands of medics
Priest, I it epic
Spoke on records,
Physique: I stand six
Observe my posture, my deep
Director's edition, just
The words breathe on my sheet, I a novel
Speak on behalf of slain apostle
My slang's hostile, say my name as
Masada, pop 2 through the confession
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 motion, seen the silent applause

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