Luyện nghe bài hát I Will

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

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

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

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

Anywhere you see me standin', I make it my block
wanna call the cops 'cause my fo-five blocked
I put you in the hospital, you picture me you
Standin' top of you, survival's impossible
A miracle, my be tearin' you
Blood out your bubble bullshit, your be critical
I'm invisible bangin' with my
My SK with the scope, hit you range

And I you don't wanna die
I can see it in your eyes, that your is a lie
I'm a mastermind, on the grind
From Alabama to sellin' them pies
My doin' time, comin' home spittin' rhymes
I get a nigga a nine and a handful of
no chaser, roll a dutch, not paper
Lets get this now nigga, never later

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

Now how we do with snitch? They get the street penalty
3 shots in tha head, tha remedy
Nigga told on the whole family, son we gon get him
Bullets is gon hit him, I care who with him
So we in the V, now we lookin' for his crib
Circle he live, yo, look! There it is
Runnin' up the to the bitch who snitched on my partner
Ay yo, yo, knock on the son
his father!

Lettin' off low shots, bullets barkin' and sparkin'
We killin' in the apartment
On the getaway, gun's out to the cars
I think nigga Nashawn popped a little too far
Ay yo, wiz, there a witness!
Jungle handle your business,
pull up with the car with the quickness
Fuck a courtcase, I shot him in the
And if the cops come, of these bullets goin' to waste

Now when I pull out thang
You know I'm a do
You's a dead
Or when I you for dough low
your whole crew
You be walkin' through the whole naked
12 behind your ear
Your mere life I take it
And you know that, I