Luyện nghe bài hát I Will

Now when I pull out that
You what I'm a do
You's a dead
Or I catch you for dough low
Without your whole
You be through the whole hood naked
12 Gauge behind ear
Your mere life I'll take it
And you that, I will

All my is rude, all my niggas'll shoot
Every thought with emotion, all the will proof
That we get at this paper, smack these fools
Do whatever for the cheddar clap that dude
I'm even yellin', ain't no tellin', my niggas'll do
When we start ill that's when you know it ain't cool
It safe man, this nigga watchin' my slang
That's he wanted to hang
That's when he pledged to my

But we don't fuck no badges, unless they takin' the blame
Of a 20 corpse massacre and sayin' my name
Blastin' you, never a thang
I never heard nothin', nothin'
Anyway, my [Incomprehensible]
wet you, hit you, forget you
Throw the cops off, that Wiz is a boss
I don't respect you, hit 'em up A K's
Bet you never come back, when I get you,

Now I pull out that thang
You what I'm a do
a dead mothafucka
Or when I you for dough low
Without whole crew
You be walkin' through the whole hood
12 behind your ear
Your mortal life I'll take it
And you that, I will

Anywhere you see me standin', I make it like my
Your wanna the cops 'cause my fo-five blocked
I put you in the hospital, you me poppin' you
Standin' over top of you, survival's
A miracle, my bullets be you
Blood out your bubble bullshit, condition be critical
I'm invisible bangin' my gang
My SK the scope, hit you long range

And I you don't wanna die
I can see it in your eyes, your life is a lie
I'm a mastermind, on the grind
Alabama to Atlanta sellin' them pies
My homie's time, comin' home spittin' rhymes
I get a nigga a nine and a of dimes
Henny no chaser, a dutch, not paper
Lets get this money now nigga, later

Now I pull out that thang
You what I'm a do
a dead mothafucka
Or when I you for dough low
Without whole crew
You be through the whole hood naked
12 Gauge your ear
Your mere life I take it
And you know that, I

Now how we do with They get the street death penalty
3 shots in tha head, tha muthafuckin'
Nigga told on the family, yeah son we gon get him
Bullets is gon hit him, I don't who with him
So we jump in the V, now we for his crib
Circle where he live, yo, look! it is
Runnin' up the to the bitch who snitched on my partner
Ay yo, yo, knock on the son
his father!

Lettin' off some low shots, bullets and sparkin'
We killin' anybody in the
On the getaway, gun's out joggin' to the
I think that Nashawn popped a little too far
Ay yo, wiz, goes a witness!
Jungle handle business, nigga
I'ma pull up with the car with the
Fuck a courtcase, I him in the face
And if the cops come, none of bullets goin' to waste

Now when I pull out thang
You what I'm a do
You's a mothafucka
Or when I catch you for low
Without your crew
You be through the whole hood naked
12 Gauge your ear
mere mortal life I take it
And you that, I will