Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

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See I'm that that's, fixin'
To do my dirt the sun
I been since the morning become
I a couple of rocks under my tongue
out here come the cop
Might notta stand still where you
Run to no automobile 'cause it can

My destination can my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low in the place
You want me show me the money you be payin'
Pop ya ass up out of the van
And take these rocks up out my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

by breath, step by step, day by day
Playin' game of death
My remind ya of manslaughter
Niggas slangin'
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans

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

told ya, ya hip bone gone gone
That lil' don't live long, pop me to stop it
Cock block me, you can't drop me
Hoes gon' jock me
Got me now the niggas me

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

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My make me lead
Ten to feel these got me cocked these
like Conan
Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho

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

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

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