Luyện nghe bài hát I Can Not

Five bands fresh up out the cage, no cut walking out the
Fuck the judge, we got shit you could
I heard you take back everything that you
If you was my cellmate, shit we fought
Yeah I got felonies, yeah I was sellin'
Black told me whip that up with a fork
This money comin', the fuck is you tellin' me?
Now I'm just shoppin' out Hills
I got pills, me what is you sellin' me?
I know you make up with
I'm chillin' where felons be
I'm cookies and celery
Only wit niggas I going to hell with me
Burn in that fire for all we done
Only keep medical all in my
I got some and y'all could get one
I got hoes, if I call they gon' come
We up in the mansion, we all the slums
I had a I was talkin' to Pun
I told him I had a talk with his son
I him his father was part of the sum
My man just called me, he got with a gun
Pray to God, ain't no on it
Tried to sell it, nobody want it
See a corner, nobody on it
I can make it by the mornin'
Tres, nickels, dimes, and them
Gotta check the for informants
You ain't signed, you recordin'
Talkin' to the swine since they him
When they said that you was talkin'
Better off in a coffin

I cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to make
(I see it)
I was trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Facts)
I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that you got on that look fake
(Bang bang)
I had a talk with your in the club and she told me she just want a taste
(Ahh!)
I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no I got money to make
(I see it)
I was trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Trappin')
I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that you got on that look fake
(Can't it)
I had a talk with your wife in the club and she me she just want a taste
(Ahh!)

Listen, I drinkin' Rose so long,
So this year I'll do but Ace (Ace)
When BIG died, Harlem dropped,
I I listen to nothin' but Ma$e (Murder)
They talk behind my all the time
But never say up to my face (Never)
I out the Wraith with the homie
diamonds they jump out the face of the Rollie
She textin' my phone she naked and horny
And I ain't got time, got a in the mornin'
I'm high off some shit, I don't know what call it
They gave me a number but I'm never it
And we make a movie anywhere we walkin'
Anyway we livin' the shit you talkin' it
pay attention who you been talkin' with
I LV I won't stop til we all get rich
Hoppin' in something I'm with my marketin'
You ain't got it, you ain't got it, no
Block the number, guarantee she gon' again
always turn around when we walkin' in
Money comin', I could ball a tournament
I ain't got it, if you need it, I'll it
designer shit, I wasn't affordin' it
Public housing, where cameras recordin' shit
I don't give a fuck as long as my rich
you in the store, have the whole corner lit
Early morning in the we loiterin'
I think AI was a Hoya
That's when I couldn't afford the rent
is a bitch, so enjoy it then
Look at my neck you wonder where that went
to get and I swear I want all of it

I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got to make
(I see it)
I was just trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was my case (Facts)
I can not trust all them watches you coppin', that chains you got on that look
(Bang bang)
I had a talk your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
(Ahh!)
I just cannot see me callin' you bitches no more I got money to
(I see it)
I was trappin' before I was rappin', my lawyer was workin' my case (Trappin')
I can not trust all watches you coppin', that chains you got on that look fake
(Can't it)
I had a with your wife in the club and she told me she just want a taste
(Ahh!)