Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyards ["Remix"]

[Verse 1:
Now the word
I got them Pricks on the end streets
And them jump out boys
Cause they ten deep
crawlin the night
Ya the deal
on the muthafuckin
We all strapped to
Chill licks in the wind that never ceases
Mad cause they askin me for three pieces
How the I'm suppoesed to come up
Of a shy
Run up on a twenty and go get yo ass an ice
It ain't nuthin why you in yo Cutlass
Jus the roughness
cut for the gutless
Cause do or die
You ask
Who am I?
That mama ever since junior high
in Eye of the
The be a suspect
So the streets me to be loveless
Causin
In a dope bucket
My two favorite were
it and fuck it

[Chorus:
The shift
Young hustlers workin yards
The shift
soldiers workin grave yards
My be
me
we
Work the shift
My be
me
we
Work the night

2: Pimpstress]
It's yo midnight
named Pimpstress
I keep it crunk up on my business
of the your click
Fiend for my
I'm soft and
Sixteen in my
Smoking black and
You can't my style
Playa hatin bitches me crack a smile

We
In the
My feria ruka sounds like the 4th of july
die
Fuckin wit my
Daddy streaks marry ya
bury ya
Nina Ross, Jane, Ms. Cocaine
The three devils daughters deep in the dope
So
True G's won't
range
Left ya boys wit no
Street
Takin out
Dangerous
Jus me

SPM]
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[Verse 3:
Alone in my
Cock my
I'm known for my so I watch for jacks
out burglar
on in
Bring all yo men let the games
Pumpin em in the man I
Hot shots out my banana
Got like Santa Anna
Got balls like Montana
Trick or
smeel my
Hear my drum beats
Don't the tales from my hood?
see
This ain't no joke you can
This no wonderland
I kick shit so you motherfuckers understand
I pop
With a glock
Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop
Be the one
You I come better
yo umbrella
I the rough weather
one pleasure
Choppin up
Your whole crew get by one fella

SPM]
1x