Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a long way to a crib
I had out my granny crib
Jumped into the streets on
Police me up they better not ask me shit
I don't want no Quads I want some
I bet nigga won't lack again
I had them 2 for 10s
Put me on support 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 word that's on my body
Don't come to my funeral ova my dead body
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking everybody
I remember selling weed inside some Ed
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
Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too
Always tryin' to fix some shit where its at
Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold squares
Tryin' tell my my story like 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
Wasn't in my life I tell my you dead

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

When that Bentley pouting, please these 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
Pereocet eater, I Rex take 'em
And that change ya
I Rex thank you

Came a long way to a crib
I had roaches out my granny
Jumped the streets on accident
Police snatched me up they not ask me shit
I don't want no Quads I want some
I bet that nigga lack again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child you better not ask for shit
On my body
I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead
And I go back on my word that's on my dead body
Don't come to my funeral 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 he the police he might be fed probably
That's on my body

Imma my babes
be drivin' me crazy
My sons crazy
Make my daughters
Turn thous to millions
Goin broke it
I be on my
101
Don't fuck wit no sucker
My life I wit it
I snake you to get it
Don want die I keep my
Wonder why I my pistol
Had fame we was little
Kept guns from being
Cap guns to em fillies

My teacher tried to me
I need them birds whooptees
My bitch I love her
For thousand book me
They steady book me
a pound of cookie
A junkie
I survived the jungle
Imma survive the
Forever got wit muscle

These ain't right act like love 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 forgive you for 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 that nigga lack again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you not ask for shit
On my body
I wakin' 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 funeral ova my dead body

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