Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every nigga and his mom gotta glock on my
Niggas push rocks and dodge cops 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

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

Breath by breath, by step, day by day
this game of death
My remind ya of manslaughter
slangin' quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New rollin'

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

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

I seen 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 huff and puff and blow ya fuckin' hat off
Tear it off, it off

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My moaning me lead
Ten steps to these got me cocked these
Swingin' Conan
from no man with boo-koo ho fans

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

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

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