Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a long way to a mansion
I had roaches out my granny
into the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they not ask me shit
I don't want no Quads I some Actavis
I bet that nigga won't again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you not ask for shit
On my dead
I remember 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 funeral crying ova my body
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout
I remember selling inside some Ed Hardy's
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 ain't shoot
Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself I'm too strapped
Always tryin' to fix some shit its loose at
get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares
Tryin' tell my judge my story like who
Can't explain the I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
Don't come outside when it's war I think you
in my life I tell my kids you dead

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

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

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

text my babes
They be me crazy
My three sons
Make my ladies
Turn these thous to
broke prevent it
I be on my
101
Don't fuck wit no niggas
My I adjusted wit it
I you just to get it
Don want die I my distance
Wonder why I my pistol
Had since we was little
Kept from being bullied
Cap to keep em fillies

My tried to push me
I need birds like whooptees
My bitch I her pussy
For thirty book me
They tryna book me
a pound of cookie
A designer
I done survived the
Imma the struggle
got ride wit muscle

These ain't right act like they me
Homicide, homicide if a touch me
Facts, oh
Shame on you mean a shame on me
Got fame on you mean thats for me
If you get 100 yea, the same for me
I'll forgive you for what you did just to me

a long way to a mansion crib
I had out my granny crib
Jumped the streets on accident
Police snatched me up better not ask me shit
I don't want no Quad I 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 wakin' up and seeing a dead body
And I can't go on my word that's on my dead body
come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain't gon' you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
I remember selling inside some Ed Hardy's
My he the police he might be fed probably
That's on my body