Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a long way to a crib
I had roaches out my crib
into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me
I don't want no I want some Actavis
I bet nigga won't lack again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you not ask for shit
On my body
I remember wakin' up and seeing a body
And I can't go back on my word on my dead body
come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed
My homie he the he might be fed probably
That's on my dead

You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he shoot back
Niggas don't try me I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped
Always tryin' to fix shit where its loose at
get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares
Tryin' tell my my story like who cares
explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
Don't come outside when war I think you scared
Wasn't in my I tell my kids you dead

Know niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds
Know some niggas don't take care of their homies in the feds
Know some niggas took some gunshots to the head
No reaction and scream "gang gang" I'm dead
Please be greater, don't please haters

When that Bentley pouting, please these gators
I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve
You gon' me now, you gon' believe me later
You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed
We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we 'em
Pereocet eater, I told Rex 'em
And money change ya
I Rex thank you

Came a long way to a crib
I had roaches out my crib
Jumped into the on accident
Police snatched me up they not ask me shit
I don't want no I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won't again
I had them 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you not ask for shit
On my dead
I remember wakin' up and a dead body
And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead
And I ain't gon' you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
I remember selling inside some Ed Hardy's
My homie he the police he be fed probably
That's on my body

text my babes
They be drivin' me
My sons crazy
my daughters ladies
Turn thous to millions
Goin prevent it
I be on my
101
Don't wit no sucker niggas
My I adjusted wit it
I you just to get it
Don die I keep my distance
Wonder why I my pistol
Had fame we was little
Kept guns being bullied
Cap guns to keep em

My teacher to push me
I them birds like whooptees
My bitch I her pussy
For thirty book me
steady tryna book me
Smoke a pound of
A designer
I done survived the
survive the struggle
Forever got ride wit

These ain't act like they love me
Homicide, homicide if a nigga me
Facts, oh
on you mean thats a shame on me
Got fame on you mean thats for me
If you get 100 yea, that the for me
I'll forgive you for you did just explain to me

Came a way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my crib
into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they not ask me shit
I want no Quad I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga lack again
I had them 2 for 10s
Put me on support you better not ask for shit
On my dead
I wakin' up and seeing a dead body
And I can't go on my word that's on my dead body
Don't come to my crying ova my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout
I remember selling weed inside Ed Hardy's
My homie he the he might be fed probably
on my dead body