Luyện nghe bài hát He Used To Be My Man

Oh you be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga

1]
When he was on the he used to jack niggas
Ran the project toting the mac nigga
He had tip had em breaking him off
He had clearing the block when it got dark
Now thought that this nigga was real
But anybody holding a gun can
If niggas was on the block ran when he came
He used to on the set and rob the dice game
This nigga was a dog out in that world
Now he got to the pen and turned the
He walking like a bitch this nigga twistin'
The bitch sittin' down now when he pissin'
He hugged up with a man on the tongue kissin'
He family up they don't even go visit
Now that's the difference between jail and the
a gun you a killa
Without it a thrilla

When you was on the streets you was a
And then you got fucked you went to Angola
You hit the fucking wall with all mouthin' off
And then you showed fear when you got them big dogs

When you was on the streets you was a
And got turned out when you to Angola
You hit the wall with all that mouthin' off
And showed your true colors when you got round them big

2]
This nigga used to ballas slippin' and jack em
This used to catch bad bitches and mack em
He to serve niggas work out of town and tax em
He to take his walk up on niggas and wack em
This nigga here used to carry weight
Nigga passed with they head down couldn't in his face
This nigga used to act a with a 4 4
Now he in the pen shot in his go go
I had a feeling without that he was a hoe
Now it came out he done got that joe
Damn somethin' niggas is a trip
They don't open they lip if they got a full clip
Shit never doing the same thang
On the streets ya it
In that place you're a
With a gat you a man your with out it
You needed to be it
Cause you than soap powder

3]
When you walking up the street with heat ya creepin'
When you walking the walk that pink ya sweppin'
When ya standin' over a with that k you a dog
When you that dick from the back you're a broad
you was a man puttin' niggas under sheets
now that g-string up ass you the beauty of the week
nigga told ya that out that doing that crime
take it like a man you get popped then you get that
you sayin' that you and you can handle it
you got upstate you barely ate in the parish
you ain't got a gun now ain't even got a
You had two charges whodi fuck a
You can't take a ass whooping ya weaker weak
Now ya your ass rubbed down with grease
a clown nobody feels sorry on the block
Ya got get it how ya live in cell block

When you was on the you was a solja
And then..