Luyện nghe bài hát Grand Finale

I ain't goin' to jail
Next time, the or the state see me
gonna be in a bag

Uhh, is it, baby
End of the road, ha hah
you a dawg, you a dawg for life
You don't me though, you don't hear me though
You hear me though, c'mon, c'mon

Watch young guns that take none, nobody safe
From the Friday the 13th, ghetto
Itchy trigger finger achin, yo' ass
Out that S-class for fakin', blast
Is a bloodbath, take your step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs
know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
For the weak to last, now the unstoppable

Third eye you, watchin' me
Throwin' from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was to die, don't cry for me
Just the heat closely and ride for me
'Cuz we for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you purse, so hard it hurt

To be here and each year, I'm pourin' out more
For peers, holdin' fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his
In the loft the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add
verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

Who wan' me, c'mon
Me pussy-hole fi fun

Hot corners, with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group cat
Everybody in the hood pullin' they gats
yellin' out, who got those? Go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got
faces, fugitives runnin' from court cases

Slugs shootin' for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug
And God'll throw a of lightning down 'cuz he feel us
May the next one, me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the team to come and kill us
But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, live
To get revenge and we to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye Henn and still rise

Took with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
And only five in, the Belly of the
Didn't hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his
We slangin' to eat, bringin' the
Bulletholes, scars is the pain in the street, huh

you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at
(Let us fly)
Come on
(We for life)

you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at
(Let us fly)
on niggaz
(We for life)

There's mad money out here
Mad money out
What you to get it?
(Word up)
You bust your gun to get it?
(Tsh, yo)
I hear you, I you

Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would
Pinch myself to wake up 'cuz I know it's a
Niggaz that don't me see me and think I'ma rob 'em
Niggaz that know me well, see me and think problem
I'm just a nigga that's
But word to God, I your last name to Underwood
'Cuz if I see it, I'ma it and run with it, that's me
What of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D

The dawg come and outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes the snub nosed
Gun blows, whistle wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how much you
you down with gat see how much you bleed

How you plead for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin' up out ass you feelin', gettin' realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more
One more nine, c'mon cry
It's over, this is the shit, hits hard
You either the last one or the last one to fall

When you a dawg you a dawg for
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one at life
(Let us fly)
Come on
(We for life)

When you a dawg you a for life
(Ride or die)
My feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at
(Let us fly)
Come on
(We for life)