Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a long way to a mansion
I had out my granny crib
Jumped into the on accident
Police snatched me up better not ask me shit
I don't want no I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga lack again
I had them 2 for 10s
Put me on support you better not ask for shit
On my dead
I remember wakin' up and seeing a body
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' 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 dead

You ain't never 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 some shit where its at
get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares
Tryin' tell my my story like who cares
Can't explain the love I got in for (for my son)
Don't come outside it's war I think you scared
Wasn't in my life I my kids you dead

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

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

a long way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my crib
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 dead
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead
And I can't go back on my 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 'bout everybody
I selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
My homie he the he might be fed probably
on my dead body

Imma my babes
They be drivin' me
My three sons
my daughters ladies
Turn these thous to
Goin prevent it
I be on my
101
Don't fuck wit no sucker
My life I wit it
I snake you to get it
Don die I keep my distance
Wonder why I my pistol
Had fame since we was
Kept guns being bullied
Cap guns to keep em

My teacher tried to me
I need them birds whooptees
My bitch I her pussy
For thirty book me
They steady tryna me
Smoke a of cookie
A designer
I done the jungle
Imma survive the
Forever got ride wit

These ain't right act they love me
Homicide, homicide if a nigga 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 what you did explain to me

a long way to a mansion crib
I had out my granny crib
Jumped the streets on accident
snatched me up they better not ask me shit
I don't want no Quad I want Actavis
I bet that nigga lack 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 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 homie he the police he be fed probably
That's on my body