Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a long way to a crib
I had roaches out my granny
into the streets on accident
Police me up they better not ask me shit
I don't want no Quads I want some
I bet that nigga won't lack
I had them 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you not ask for shit
On my body
I remember wakin' up and 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 'bout everybody
I remember selling weed some Ed Hardy's
My homie he the he might be fed probably
That's on my body

You ain't never been in a with yo' homie he ain't shoot back
Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too
Always tryin' to fix shit 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 love I got in for (for my son)
Don't outside when it's war I think you scared
Wasn't in my life I tell my you dead

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

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

Came a long way to a crib
I had roaches out my crib
Jumped into the streets on
Police me up they better not ask me shit
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 you better not ask for shit
On my dead
I remember wakin' up and a dead body
And I can't go on my word that's on my dead body
Don't come to my funeral ova my dead body
And I ain't gon' you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed
My homie he the police he be fed probably
That's on my body

Imma text my
be drivin' me crazy
My three crazy
Make my daughters
these thous to millions
Goin broke 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
Wonder why I my pistol
Had fame since we was
Kept guns from bullied
Cap to keep em fillies

My teacher tried to me
I need birds like whooptees
My bitch I her pussy
For thousand book me
They steady tryna me
Smoke a pound of
A designer
I survived the jungle
Imma the struggle
Forever got ride wit

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

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

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