Luyện nghe bài hát In God We Trust

See most of sucka ass niggas
wouldn't last a in my hood if you was broke
And wouldn't last a day if you had
I grown men cry, grown men die, for the love of that money
In God we trust!

My finger itchin', Palms itchin' too
We back-to-back in ghosts, peek-a-boo
We went to war with Sosa a brick or two
So for a hundred ki's, think what my could do
I'm talkin' toasts, bullets 'll hit your roof
They hit his body he went in shock, no

Niggas ain't bout it talkin' but really pick and choose
We on our second strike, we got shit to lose
All my niggas is felons, all you is tellin'
Sold your soul to them people, gon' get you to sell it
They get you to move it, they gon' get you a buick
gon' get you a wire, like niggas gon' use it
You gon' tell on your brothers, a lame homie
I got a bullet with your name on it, and a clip I autographed
cryin' at the viewing, I guess it was upset

We done went to war with the realest, it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, banana clips a mess
I seen niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold
I young niggas die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the love of the
For the love of the money, love of the
Man, them young hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I real niggas hit
I real niggas die, cuz a real nigga snitch
In God we

Lotta act Tony-like
Told them deez everything you but that's your homie right
But he got killers lurkin' outside at your tonight
They gon' hit the crib and kill the kids, oh that's right
Oh that's Kony-like, everybody
Cuz he out in 2060, Christmas Eve
First time he went to he ain't get to leave
Feds pictures, niggas is rats, you should say cheese
a local dude, shit the fire now
Never ever a rap but he got bars now
I'm talkin` fed time, yard up, yard

Baby mama can't pay the bills, shit is now
How that you feel, you should pay them bills
MA in them trays when they make yo' meal
Niggas shittin' out them just to take them pills
And his baby mama brought em in, boy shit is real

Niggas turn to Muslim, turn to Christian
They gave him life, he try'n it, got him on a mission
His homies ain't learn, they still in the
They firin' bullshit, that ain't swimmin'
It's coming up short, no on the fork
is catchin' cases, niggas is goin' to court
He done in the field, you the one on the porch
the gun in your hand, try and run with the man

We done went to war with the realest, it out with the best
Talkin' high-end gorillas, clips make a mess
I seen young niggas cry, I seen niggas fold
I seen young niggas die because a young told
For the love of the money, for the of the money
For the love of the money, of the money
Man, them niggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I seen niggas hit
I seen niggas die, cause a real nigga snitch
In God we

Hey look, Ima you like this
If you in school nigga, in school
If you got a job nigga, stay at
If you a family man, stay with your mofuckin' nigga
Cause this shit ain't meant for dawg
talk that shit, until they get caught up in some real shit
And they start talkin' that shit

We done went to war with the realest, shot it out the best
high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess
I seen young niggas cry, I seen niggas fold
I seen niggas die because a young nigga told
For the love of the money, for the of the money
For the love of the money, love of the
Man, them niggas hungry, for the love of the money
I seen real niggas cry, I seen real hit
I seen real niggas die, 'cause a real nigga
In God we