Luyện nghe bài hát Intro

Come on, on
Come on give me double give me that double, Give it to me
You knew what it took to get here
They say life stop for no one
So I'm going in my people
This what ya'll wanted You said you wanted the truth
So I solemnly swear, that the 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 the 200 hundred years of blood sweat and tears
Ho stand me? For all my ballers, my day crawlers... bigger than Nino Brown

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

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

Take a walk, lets
a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont even need a belt homie
Cause I'm bout to take you
You dont nothin' homie
And I need nothin' on me
But a purple juice and my weed smoke homie
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 help to back
How I was eager to sell crack, I thought it was the (Damn)
When talk about my influence, I thought of uncle Ricky (Uncle Ricky Wha's Good)
He used to call up on his flip, he start on his shit
The same life had me gas'd, I bought my first vic
I was heavy on the gas, 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, pullin' up to club in Beamer
Gettin' (Gettin' Cash)
We livin' (Fast)
women every night, couple of bitches clashed (Fuck You Bitches)
I laughed (Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Now Listen)
I got wiped out on the wave, Thought 11 was tsunami
For the of the yay (Fuck The City Up)
The hustlas, they know the saga of the (I Know The Story)
We sucka free and show problems to authority

Take a walk, slide
Take a journey wit ya' boy and lets
You dont need a seat belt homie
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' oastar off and make yaself at

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

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

Take a walk, lets
a journey wit ya' boy and lets ride
You dont need a seat belt homie
Cause where I'm to take you
You dont need nothin'
And I don't need 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

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

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