Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 will silence y'all souls, masada
The ghost of the most prolific
Upon my bed in roast in fire
See my most
Smell the smoke my flesh as my ghost rise up
Hear the of 100 choirs
And angels looking down at my body attached to
Priest kissed by the spider that spit saliva
I write for lifers and boxers at
I write
Blue ink the blood in my veins
in this game, flooded up rings
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a slug in your
If you a killer, slugs we exchange
We the mobsters, bullet shells and choppers
Cop cars and blockers, they tryin to knock us
Catch us 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 for the chicks at the club
I do shit for the niggas that I love
I do this shit for the streets, a nigga gotta eat, luv (2x)

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I write that's motion pictures, y'all hear me?
I spit it clearly to roast niggas, feel me?
Gangster, of a don my icon
Sling on my right arm, rubber tight in my left arm
suited with teflon, it's brooknam
Raise a at the child, respectfully bow
Pay hommage, gold in my garment
Hot miss me cause I'm god-sent
If it hit me, it's wish
No man a life, I'm late in the night
Catch me in the hood shakin the
a heist
Some say my team is satan's
Cartel, pop shells till our fails
Brooknam, a.k.a.
Clappin at the
Bitches fake tits
At
We live the life of a thug

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[ 3 ]
I feel a spirit comin on me
My lifestyle: based on a story
Read the credits: name appears
On film 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, listen
The words on my sheet, I write 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, my weapon and shoot
wettin their suits
Herut's lady put death in my
die violent in war, silence the .4
The fall motion, seen the silent applause

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