Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a long way to a mansion
I had out my granny crib
Jumped the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they not ask me shit
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 dead
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead
And I can't go back on my that's on my dead body
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my body
And I ain't gon' you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
I selling weed 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 I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped
Always tryin' to fix some shit 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 explain the I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
Don't come outside it's war I think you scared
in my life I tell my kids you dead

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

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

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

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

My tried to push me
I need them birds like
My I love her pussy
For thirty thousand me
They tryna book me
a pound of cookie
A junkie
I done the jungle
survive the struggle
Forever got wit muscle

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

Came a long way to a mansion
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 Quad I some Actavis
I bet nigga won't lack again
I had them 2 for 10s
Put me on child you better not ask for shit
On my dead
I wakin' up and seeing a dead body
And I can't go back on my that's on my dead body
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead

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