Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny
Jumped into the streets on
Police snatched me up they better not ask me
I don't want no Quads I want Actavis
I bet nigga won't lack again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child you better not ask for shit
On my body
I wakin' up and seeing a dead body
And I go back 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 everybody
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 with yo' homie he ain't shoot back
don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped
Always tryin' to fix some where its loose at
Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I loose squares
tell my judge my story like who cares
Can't explain the I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
come outside when it's war I think you scared
Wasn't in my life I my kids you dead

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

that Bentley pouting, like please these gators
I cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later
You gon' believe me now, you gon' me later
You ain't now, you gon' 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

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 I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won't lack
I had them 2 for 10s
Put me on child you better not ask for shit
On my dead
I remember wakin' up and a dead body
And I go back on my word that's on my dead body
come to my funeral 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 he the police he might be fed probably
That's on my dead

Imma 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 wit no sucker niggas
My life I wit it
I you just to get it
Don die I keep my distance
why I keep my pistol
Had since we was little
guns from being bullied
Cap guns to keep em

My teacher tried to me
I need them like whooptees
My I love her pussy
For thirty thousand me
They steady tryna me
Smoke a pound of
A designer
I done survived the
Imma survive the
Forever got wit muscle

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 thats fame for me
If you get 100 yea, the same for me
forgive you for what you did just explain to me

Came a long way to a crib
I had roaches out my granny
Jumped into the on accident
Police snatched me up they better not ask me
I don't want no I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won't lack
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you not ask for shit
On my body
I remember up and seeing a dead body
And I can't go back on my word that's on my body
come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain't pick 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