Luyện nghe bài hát I Can't Quit

Huh, hell naw I quit,
Hell naw man we got too much to be getting shot up
down, Grand Hustle

Look, I'm this far from being a and just that close to quitting
I never should of came close to
But I to be a musician pimping not a politician
Listen, feel my position it's a rough
I'm way too deep in the game to be trying to change
For fortune and fame and I can be in the slammer
Or six up under Atlanta
a blessing to breathe
I the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free
Long as up in heaven who keep blessing a G
T.I.P. will still be CD's
So haters you can see
Cause I'm now with something to prove
Everything to gain pimping nothing to
I to start smacking niggas when it's nothing to do
They too big shoot in the leg and even the odds
you ain't hard
Unless you ran Cap and see-Rod
Trapped with K.T. and robbed J.R
hoes with D.P
Broke bread J.G
Switched like K.P
Who the did all that, pimp?
Me, even though I'd rather go back to slanging and shit
It's a gang of niggas and really love this shit
I can't

Even though polices I'm legit
And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the
Hell no I can't
Some niggas hating on the money I'm
Most of them hate it cause I'm fucking bitches
No I can't quit
Some niggas hating on the and the rings
Some of them hate cause know I'm the King
Hell no I can't
People hate it when you better them
They hating start worrying then
Aye I'm winning I quit

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It's been ten years a and two deals
For we all know I should have sold two mill, at least
It's all though I flow for the streets
I do it for
weekend see who in the mall
Still in the trap your shirts giving you dap
Kicking it you then get you and your folk in the club
Posing for pictures with
Give kisses and hugs
Pouring out at shows
Passing the dro
One of the realest rappers niggas know
But be hating
To the point that they be the station ?Don't play his record?
But they it cause I'm ready and focused
And I see they and bogus
I want you to this
But most of you know
in the game ain't real
Gotta stay records cause the fame ain't shit
And fuck the units that they name sell
break your heart to see your favorite rappers lame as hell
I can't

[Verse
Some of the people some of the times pick rhymes
But they may not like one of the
I'll you what
let you criticize me one at a time
Those of you who think I'm too get in front of the line
you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow
Don't like that when you say I'm tight I say I know
Don't like how I was talking shit before my album blow
Thinking I need to it down be like the average Joe
So, you, them thoughts, and that little house you think I'm in
Get a Benz I'll your opinion then
Think I give a fuck how time my record spin
Fuck what you
I'm again! (Look pimping)
I quit