Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 calicol will silence y'all souls,
The of the most prolific writer
Upon my bed in roast 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 lifers and at rikers
I pain
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, then we exchange
We the mobsters, bullet shells and choppers
Cop cars and road blockers, they to knock us
Catch us duck behind the bitches, d's 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 chicks at the
I do this shit for the niggas 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, life of a don my
Sling on my right arm, rubber tight in my left arm
Body with teflon, it's brooknam
Raise a eyebrow at the child, bow
Pay hommage, studs in my garment
Hot slugs me cause I'm god-sent
If it hit me, it'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 alike
Cartel, pop shells till our heart
Brooknam, a.k.a.
at the spaceship
Bitches with fake
At
We live the of a true thug

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I feel a holy spirit on me
My based on a true story
Read the credits: name appears
On clear with no edits
Masada bleedin in the 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
on behalf of every slain apostle
My slang's hostile, say my as gospel
Masada, pop 2 through the booth
say nothin, pull my weapon and shoot
Bullets their suits
lady put death in my shoes
Cats die in war, silence the .4
The fall slow motion, seen the silent

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