Luyện nghe bài hát Gotta Eat

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My .44 calicol silence y'all souls, masada
The ghost of the most writer
Upon my death bed in in fire
See my desires
Smell the smoke from my as my ghost rise up
Hear the voices of 100
And angels looking down at my body to wires
Priest kissed by the widow spider that saliva
I write for and boxers at rikers
I write
Blue ink replaced the blood in my
Thug in game, flooded up rings
Cluttered up change, quick to pop a in your brain
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 behind the bitches, d's tryin to pop us
On cbs news the world watch us

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I do this shit for my
I do this shit for the 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 theories that's motion pictures, y'all hear me?
I spit it to roast y'all niggas, feel me?
Gangster, life of a don my
Sling on my right arm, grip tight in my left arm
Body suited teflon, it's brooknam
Raise a 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 hood shakin the
a heist
Some say my is satan's alike
Cartel, pop shells till our heart
Brooknam, a.k.a.
at the spaceship
Bitches with tits
At
We live the life of a thug

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I feel a holy comin on me
My lifestyle: based on a story
Read the credits: name alphabetic
On film with no edits
Masada bleedin in the hands of
Priest, I live it
on records, majestic
Physique: I six feet
my posture, my click's deep
Director's edition, listen
The words breathe on my sheet, I a novel
on behalf of every slain apostle
My hostile, say my name as gospel
Masada, pop 2 through the booth
Don't say nothin, my weapon and shoot
Bullets wettin suits
Herut's put death in my shoes
Cats die violent in war, the .4
The fall motion, seen the silent applause

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