Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

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See I'm that that's, fixin'
To do my dirt the sun
I hustlin' since the morning become
I keep a couple of rocks my tongue
Watch out come the cop
Might notta stand still you chill
Run to no 'cause it can kill

My can feed my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low in the first
You want me show me the money you gonna be
Pop ya ass up out of the van
And these rocks up out my hand

'Cause I don't ya and I ain't tryin'
up nigga, I don't know
Ya reach out at the same time
You some, come get some
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 up in my people's rentin'
Windows tinted, nigga a couple houses down
Get Skinny, bump it to last of spittin'
It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that
Gettin' roped in that shit, in this shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you want some more of that

Live in that click niggas do what they gotta 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
Bitch you gotta be big
To think about bein' a fuckin

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

Fuck with the niggas on with the wrong chrome
Check the shit, walk the wrong zone
you good as dead and gone
(Problem serious)
Nigga hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops

Every nigga and his mom gotta glock on my
Niggas push rocks and cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all need to handle fuckin' 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 hammer got my rocks
Laws is yellin', yellin'
glock ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin' melon
Do my thing I'm a felon
But I ain't just a young, black rebellin'

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

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

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

I seen Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' copy
Missing on
And insane probably 'cause I'm of animosity
I'm of like at all
I might huff and puff and ya fuckin' hat off
Tear it off, it off

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My moaning me lead
Ten steps to feel got me cocked these
Swingin' like
Wanted from no man boo-koo 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 shit terror rig, your big
be sayin' big
Pass the fig, give me no fuckin' pig

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

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