Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny
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 that nigga won't lack
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child you better not ask for shit
On my dead
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead
And I can't go back on my word on my dead body
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my body
And I gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside Ed Hardy's
My homie he the he might be fed probably
That's on my dead

You ain't been in a shootout 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 shit where its loose at
Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose
Tryin' tell my judge my story who cares
Can't the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
Don't come outside when it's war I you scared
Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you

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

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

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

Imma my babes
be drivin' me crazy
My three crazy
Make my daughters
these thous to millions
Goin broke it
I be on my
101
fuck wit no sucker niggas
My I adjusted wit it
I snake you to get it
Don die I keep my distance
why I keep my pistol
Had fame since we was
Kept guns from bullied
Cap guns to keep em

My teacher tried to me
I them birds like whooptees
My bitch I love her
For thirty book me
They steady book me
a pound of cookie
A junkie
I done survived the
survive the struggle
Forever got wit muscle

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

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

And I gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
I remember weed inside some Ed Hardy's
My homie he the he might be fed probably
That's on my body