Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 calicol will silence souls, masada
The ghost of the most prolific
Upon my death bed in roast in
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
kissed by the widow spider that spit saliva
I for lifers and boxers at rikers
I pain
Blue ink replaced the blood in my
Thug in this game, flooded up
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a in your brain
If you a killer, slugs we exchange
We the mobsters, bullet shells and choppers
Cop and road blockers, they tryin to knock us
us duck behind the bitches, d's tryin to pop us
On cbs news while the world us

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

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I write that's motion pictures, y'all hear me?
I it clearly to roast y'all niggas, feel me?
Gangster, of a don my icon
Sling on my arm, rubber grip tight in my left arm
Body suited with teflon, 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 late in the
Catch me in the hood shakin the
Contemplatin a
Some say my is satan's alike
Cartel, pop shells our heart fails
Brooknam, a.k.a.
Clappin at the
Bitches fake tits
At
We live the life of a thug

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I feel a holy comin on me
My lifestyle: on a true story
Read the credits: appears alphabetic
On clear film with no
Masada bleedin in the of medics
Priest, I it epic
on records, majestic
Physique: I six feet
Observe my posture, my click's
Director's edition, listen
The words on my sheet, I write a novel
Speak on behalf of slain apostle
My hostile, say my name as gospel
Masada, pop 2 through the booth
Don't say nothin, pull my and shoot
Bullets wettin their
Herut's put death in my shoes
die violent in war, silence the .4
The slow motion, seen the silent applause

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