Luyện nghe bài hát Graveyards ["Remix"]

[Verse 1:
Now spread the
I got Pricks on the dead end streets
And watch them out boys
Cause they rollin ten
Creepy crawlin the
Ya the deal
on the muthafuckin
We all to kill
Chill licks in the wind that never ceases
Mad they askin me for three dollar pieces
How the fuck I'm to come up
Of a shy
Run up on a twenty and go get yo ass an ice
It ain't nuthin why you bumpin in yo
Jus understand the
cut for the gutless
Cause do or die
You ask
Who am I?
That mama heartbreaker ever since high
in Eye of the
The be a suspect
So the streets taught me to be
Causin
In a dope bucket
My two subjects were
it and fuck it

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

2: Pimpstress]
It's yo midnight
Playa Pimpstress
I keep it crunk handle up on my
Queen of the your
Fiend for my
I'm soft and
Sixteen in my
Smoking and miles
You can't cramp my
hatin bitches make me crack a smile

We
In the
My feria ruka sounds the fuckin 4th of july
die
Fuckin wit my
Daddy streaks wanna ya
bury ya
Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms.
The three devils deep in the dope game
So
True G's change
Close
Left ya wit no brains
zombies
Takin out
hobbies
Jus me

SPM]
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[Verse 3:
Alone in my
Cock my
I'm known for my dope so I for jacks
Keep out
on in
Bring all yo men let the games
Pumpin em in the man I
Hot shots comin out my
Got plans like Santa
Got like Tony Montana
or treat
smeel my
Hear my muthafuckin drum
believe the tales from my hood?
see
This ain't no joke you can
ain't no wonderland
I kick this shit so you understand
I pop
With a nine
Blow that head off a muthafuckin sign
Be the one
You come I come
Bring yo
I the rough weather
one pleasure
Choppin up
Your whole get done by one fella

[Chorus:
1x