Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to cock the 9, niggas to steal my bitch
Run out the door, see them niggas hit the fence
I'm you, life ain't Compton, it's a bitch

Let off a shots, goddamn, I missed
fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip
I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off
Old English in my system 'bout to me a nigga

See, I back in the days, loadin' my A.K.
'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze
That's when I didn't a fuck, now I got my sons
Shoot a nigga, he die, enemy number one

But this ain't no action flick, no Depp shit
When the TEC spit tips in your Lexus
So, don't with a Compton nigga
When he packin' a gat, nigga, I stay strapped

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
could it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to a swisher
'Cause that's what real niggas do they at home
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch
K.G.'s away blowin' chronic that green

Gave up the hoop dreams, with the crack dreams
Turn zombies into an Olympic track team
Till I got got shot and the rap scene
Had to clear my life up, Doc. me the vaccine

get it twisted, I still click clack things
Red beam attached to each and strap
That I locked up in my basement
If I shoot a nigga I be known
For gettin' Jason, I know

Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car
Fuck Paccino 'cause we know niggas with scarred
And we go back like D-boys with small
And we crashin' them Ferraris y'all hate me

I think it's
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, could it be?

(You know ass is full)
can't fuck with me, will stit
I guess I am a motha legend, Will Smith
All I'm missin' is a like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, or we the dirt shit

Black rose phantom interior hurt
And I got kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to
But Game keep it hood Weez and top Rommy

Never stop for the top
If it bakes a wound if Feralla headshot
Motha fucka and when he aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and allowed to when swallow your vein

walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new school rap niggas on my
Why you fuck around with you jewelry and all wrist?
I pull up with your bitch gangsta shit, now you know

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what it be?

Do you thing shawty, do your thing
Do you shawty, err'body lookin' now
Do you thing shawty, do your thing
Do you thing shawty, err'body now

Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now