Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 calicol will silence souls, masada
The ghost of the prolific writer
my death bed in roast in fire
See my desires
the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up
Hear the of 100 choirs
And angels looking down at my body to wires
Priest by the widow spider that spit saliva
I for lifers and boxers at rikers
I write
ink replaced 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, shells and choppers
Cop cars and road blockers, they 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 shit for the chicks at the club
I do shit for the niggas that 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, of a don my icon
Sling on my right arm, rubber tight in my left arm
Body with teflon, it's brooknam
a eyebrow at the child, respectfully bow
Pay hommage, gold studs in my
Hot slugs miss me I'm god-sent
If it hit me, god's wish
No man taketh a life, I'm in the night
Catch me in the shakin the dice
a heist
Some say my is satan's alike
Cartel, pop shells till our fails
Brooknam, a.k.a.
Clappin at the
Bitches with fake
At
We the life of a true thug

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[ 3 ]
I feel a holy spirit on me
My lifestyle: based on a true
Read the credits: name alphabetic
On film with no edits
bleedin in the hands of medics
Priest, I it epic
Spoke on records,
Physique: I stand six
my posture, my click's deep
Director's edition, listen
The words breathe on my sheet, I write a
Speak on behalf of slain apostle
My slang's hostile, say my as gospel
Masada, pop 2 through the confession
say nothin, pull my weapon and shoot
Bullets wettin their
lady put death in my shoes
Cats die violent in war, the .4
The fall slow motion, seen the applause

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