Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 will silence y'all souls, masada
The ghost of the most writer
Upon my death bed in roast in
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 attached to
Priest kissed by the widow that spit saliva
I write for and boxers at rikers
I pain
Blue ink replaced the in my veins
Thug in this game, up rings
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in your
If you a killer, then we exchange
We like the mobsters, bullet 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 this for my thugs
I do this for the chicks at the club
I do shit for the niggas that I love
I do this 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 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 teflon, it's brooknam
a eyebrow 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 shakin the dice
Contemplatin a
Some say my is satan's alike
Cartel, pop shells till our heart
Brooknam, a.k.a.
Clappin at the
Bitches with tits
At
We live the life of a thug

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I a holy spirit comin on me
My based on a true story
Read the credits: appears alphabetic
On clear film no edits
Masada bleedin in the of medics
Priest, I live it
Spoke on records,
I stand six feet
Observe my posture, my deep
Director's edition, just
The breathe on my sheet, I write a novel
Speak on behalf of every slain
My slang's hostile, say my as gospel
Masada, pop 2 through the booth
Don't say nothin, pull my weapon and
Bullets wettin their
lady put death in my shoes
Cats die in war, silence the .4
The fall slow motion, the silent applause

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