Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 calicol will y'all souls, masada
The ghost of the most writer
Upon my bed in roast in fire
See my most
Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost up
Hear the voices of 100
And looking down at my body attached to wires
Priest kissed by the widow spider spit saliva
I write for lifers and at rikers
I write
Blue ink the blood in my veins
Thug in this game, flooded up
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a in your brain
If you a killer, then we exchange
We like the mobsters, bullet and choppers
Cop cars and road blockers, they tryin to us
us duck behind the bitches, d's tryin to pop us
On cbs while the world watch us

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

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I write theories that's pictures, y'all hear me?
I it clearly to roast y'all niggas, feel me?
Gangster, of a don my icon
Sling on my right arm, rubber tight in my left arm
Body suited with teflon, it's
a eyebrow at the child, respectfully bow
Pay hommage, studs in my garment
Hot slugs miss me cause I'm
If it hit me, god's wish
No man a life, I'm late in the night
Catch me in the shakin the dice
Contemplatin a
Some say my team is alike
Cartel, pop shells till our fails
Brooknam, a.k.a.
at the spaceship
Bitches with fake
At
We live the life of a true

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I feel a holy comin on me
My lifestyle: based on a true
Read the credits: appears alphabetic
On clear with no edits
Masada in the hands of medics
Priest, I live it
Spoke on records,
I stand six feet
Observe my posture, my 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 name as
Masada, pop 2 the confession booth
Don't say nothin, pull my weapon and
Bullets their suits
lady put death in my shoes
Cats die in war, silence the .4
The fall motion, seen the silent applause

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