Luyện nghe bài hát Head Blown

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D-Roc (I don't even know I'm doin')

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a
Come from the streets, stay that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga fully loaded
I'm shooting if I a peep
I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a G
They know that up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' fuck with me bad
So I with head, I make her go deep
I just off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my
I put big diamond rocks on top my
You see I'm loaded but slippin', get your head blown

blown straight up out of the system
Made on the block with them killers
On go, gorillas, everybody
Tricking bad, if he fall, I'ma him
If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred back
If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma him
I was bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga
Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the
D-Dawg in a cell, every that he call, pick up right away
Ned up in from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
On god, niggas ain't playin' my way
He could and run up and get shot in his face
I can see they fake and them niggas be hatin'
You get put in to knock out your placements, bitch

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a
Come from the streets, stay with that
Full of that lean, young nigga fully loaded
I'm if I hear a peep
I with the fuckery, I'm a real G
They know it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' with me real bad
So I with head, I make her go deep
I just off the top on a Lambo
I hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your blown

I just pulled up and I hopped out on the
Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', the word?
I goin' right now, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard
I up this bitch and go to shooting you nerds (Knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I fuck up the bag
I'ma run up a check, never relax
I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them
You run off on who and get shot in your back
If you play, you get boos, I was just on the
For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on
When said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react?
But they that it's up and I'm stickin' to that
Bought a for her and bought one for my son
I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm to run
If I pull up, these ass niggas gon' run
But they get away when I strike with this gun
Drop a bag in a minute, they and get sonned
Sippin' on and I'm smoking red Runtz
one hundred, I call him, he come
Plus he a vet, he go get it done

Okay, I'm geeked, I a beat
Come the streets, stay with that heat
of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I a peep
I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they
Shawty wan' fuck with me bad
So I started with head, I her go deep
I dropped off the top on a Lambo
I hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your blown