Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Come on, on
Come on give me that double give me double, Give it to me
You knew what it took to get here
They say life stop for no one
So I'm back in my people
This what ya'll wanted right? You said you wanted the
So I solemnly swear, the truth be told I'm thuggin to the day I die
It's Dipset, it's more than music now
It's a way of life, it's more than the 200 hundred years of sweat and tears
Ho stand me? For all my ballers, my day crawlers... It's than Nino Brown

Take a walk, lets
Take a wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt
Cause where I'm to take you
You need nothin' homie
And I need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' off and make yaself at home

It of been a obsession, Had to make it large (Dreams)
Started my progression, I'd stay stayed the huds (Down South)
Now private jets, smokin' haze what the stars (G4)
mill write the check is how we for the car (What's The Price?)
Switchin' lanes up 7th, Are we racin' the (Harlem)
But the still stressin', I'm facin' the charge (Yay-Ya Be Trippin')
Still prayin' to God, Cause lifes not promised, not even (Fuck tomorrow)
Remember movin' bricks, paranoid ehanas
Or even at the club, an them and then behind us
I'm chasin' death, closer to 30 (Gettin Older)
outside, but the work is dirty
Days out, Harlem nights, over in
In my rare view goin' home cause the vultures is (I See Em)
Pull that you won't catch me in traffic
Dark tints on the V, when I it's the ratchet, bastidd

Take a walk, slide
a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a seat belt
Cause where I'm bout to you
You need nothin' homie
And I need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke
I just need you in the zone, take ya' off and make yaself at home

Now I'm the leader of the pack, Can't to think back
How I was eager to crack, I thought it was the shit (Damn)
they talk about my influence, I thought of uncle Ricky (Uncle Ricky Wha's Good)
He to call up on his flip, he start snortin' on his shit
The same life had me gas'd, when I my first vic
I was on the gas, when I bought my first whip
I I was the shit, you couldn't tell me nothing
I was 16, I told the teacha "You can feel me em" (Feel Me Nigga)
Just any suits, up to club in Beamer coups
Gettin' (Gettin' Cash)
We livin' (Fast)
Different women every night, of bitches clashed (Fuck You Bitches)
I laughed (Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Now Listen)
I almost got wiped out on the wave, 11 was tsunami
For the of the yay (Fuck The City Up)
The hustlas, they know the saga of the story (I The Story)
We live sucka free and show problems to

Take a walk, lets
Take a journey wit ya' boy and ride
You dont even need a seat belt
where I'm bout to take you
You dont nothin' homie
And I need nothin' on me
But a bottle purple juice and my weed smoke
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make at home

One... Two, Feds for you
Three... Four, watch the law
Five... Six, If you pumpin' bricks
Seven... Eight, hope it ain't weight

Ferrari dreams, feds spooked me in my
I to scream like Freddy Kruegers' in my nightmare (Livin' For The Fame)
So a nigga scared to go to
Until the day break, I'm up the street
Porsche'n with the clutch, ballin' like the off's
Top 40 on the floor, with the safe off
12 car convoyed a road full of cars
Till' the pilot give me 5 before he take off (Roll Up)

Take a walk, lets
a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a belt homie
where I'm bout to take you
You dont need nothin'
And I don't need on me
But a bottle juice and my weed smoke homie
I just need you in the zone, take ya' oastar off and make yaself at

my conclusion... See it's the fast life we livin'...
So I'm ah tell you, if you in the left
keep going cause they right on your heels (Squalieee)
And if they catch you, that's ass...
And if you blink nigga, life could be over (We Got No Time For Sleep)
I keep sayin' the rap game is like the crack
we could all end up dead or in jail
They got us surveillance...
And to all my behind the g-wall (My Soldiers)
Inhale, exhale... Shake your if you have to (East Side)
And all the political soldiers ain't never comin' home (RIP Too)
To all my homies, Side...
While you in your cell, raise to this (Roll Call)
I do this for ya'll (Dipset)... I feel ya' pain (I'm On The Route)
I know what it's like hittin' the streets at ah age to deal cocaine (It's Ah Cold World)
Survival, It's all the struggle (We Gotta' Eat)...
So I this to you (My Soldiers)
Keep head up and your eyes open...
Stay focused, It's us them
I'd never let take me alive, take me alive..

Take a wit ya' boy, let's ride..