Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

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See I'm nigga that's, fixin'
To do my under the sun
I been hustlin' the morning become
I keep a couple of rocks under my
out here come the cop
Might notta stand still you chill
Run to no automobile it can kill

My destination can feed my home
I'm on the down low in the first place
You want me show me the you gonna be payin'
Pop ya ass up out of the van
And take rocks up out my hand

'Cause I trust ya and I ain't tryin'
Hold up nigga, I don't
Ya gotta reach out at the same
You want some, come get
Tyson's on the and I'm

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I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Ya livin', in livin' up in my rentin'
tinted, nigga from a couple houses down
Get Skinny, bump it to amount of spittin'
It's how them dudes be smokin' that shit
Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you some more of that shit

Live in that click where niggas do what they do
Blast 'em with fuck 'em and watch 'em fuck you
Nigga be that life, playin the role of a gangsta
But them niggas ain't
you gotta be big enough
To think about a fuckin gangsta

Most of them niggas be comin'
Bring it to ya blood field but that nigga got
That's how it be's on rough side
The tough die, the die

Fuck with the niggas on with the wrong chrome
Check the wrong shit, walk the wrong
Nigga you good as and gone
(Problem serious)
Nigga don't hear me how we livin' till the saga stops

nigga and his mom gotta glock on my block
Niggas rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all need to handle y'all fuckin' business I'm

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I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

sell it, arm and hammer got my rocks swellin'
Laws is yellin', yellin'
I'ma ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin' melon
Do my destiny I'm a felon
But I ain't just a young, black nigga

Breath by breath, by step, day by day
Playin' game of death
My nigga ya of manslaughter
Niggas quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans

I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron I'm swole up
Grits and made me bigger
Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than that nigga
The one up to run up
nigga there gon' get done up
When I put fuckin' gun up

They told ya, ya hip gone gone
That lil' roam don't live long, pop me to it
Cock block me, you bitches drop me
gon' still jock me
Got me now the mock me

I Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' carbon copy
on society
And insane probably 'cause I'm of animosity
I'm kind of at all
I might huff and puff and ya fuckin' hat off
it off, swear it off

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My moaning me lead
Ten steps to these got me cocked these
like Conan
Wanted from no man with ho fans

more garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky they flies
If I rock one up, one up
It simple to be did
But your terror rig, change your big
Niggas be big
Pass the fig, don't me no fuckin' pig

I don't choose no but eat Popeye's chicken
And eat to the fuckin' rind
the grip of this black chrome
That fuckin' rhyme, nigga get ya back broke
Fuckin' with black folks

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