Luyện nghe bài hát Hearz Of Men

Ahh, what I tell you nigga,
when I come out of jail was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into niggas chest, right
Watch this, hey Quik let me see them binoculars,
The

Ha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to
Grab your bulletproof nigga
cause its gonna be a one
Now me and Quik gonna you niggas what it's like on this side
The side
Now, on this ride there's gonna be some mutha-fuckas
and there's gonna be some
Now the real gonna be the ones with money and bitches
The are gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
Now everybody keep eyes on the prize cause the ride get tricky
See you got some on your side
That say they're friends
But in real life they enemies
And then you got some mutha-fuckas that say your enemies
But in real life eyes is on your money
See the enemies will say they
But in real life those will be the snitches
Its a game y'all
Y'all got ta be about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with
Cause the shit get y'all
Keep mind on your riches, Baby
Keep your mind on your

its a emergency cowards tried to murder me
From hood to the 'burbs, of you niggas heard of me
Shit I'm legendary niggas and paralyzed
Nothing more I than a liar
die
My mama me When I was to see
Just a vicious mutha while these devils left me free
I proceed to make shiver
I deliver
Criminal
from a wide mob figure
Thug niggas from Mr. Mackaveli
is waiting for some thug shit, thats what they tell me
So many but I'm infinitely Immortal Outlaw
Switching up on you ordinary
like a paw you get let
And every I breathe untill the moment I'm deceased
be another moment ballin' as a 'G'
I rip the crowd, then I again
Internally I in sin
untill the moment that they let me again
The of men

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The of Men

My lyrical verse so much pain
that to some it hurts
My guns
And if you one of us
it worse
niggas get their eyes swoll
in fly
I'm a homicidal
and five-o, get your on, fight long
tonights gonna be a fight
so we roll
My own homies say I'm
But I'm a 'G' to this the day I'm gone that's regardless
Drive-by, bow down
thought I'd rot in jail, paid bail, well out now
Throw up your hands if you out
First act up
nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a if ya let me
I'll ya
if ya do me
tell the to come and get me
rip the crowd a phone number
Then start again, don't have no friends nigga
Look the heartz of men

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In The of Men
In The of Men

To all my engaged in making money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on chips and fuck a punk bitch
No living in fear
my pistol close in
this is my year
like I'm the man
Give me my and label me as a god
If is having problems
smoke'em, fire and
I died and back,
I hustle with these lyrics as if a game of crack
is in my spirit
I'm lost and not
up
but flowing
energized and going
Uhh, can it be
that makes a sick break
On these jealous ass coward 'cause evil and fake
What it take ?
Give me that line
I'm feeling
Deathrow baby, don't be
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me again

cause been sent
The of men