Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

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

Let off a couple shots, goddamn, I
Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the clip
I'm not to be fucked with I'm off liquor
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 give a fuck, now I got my
a nigga, he die, public enemy number one

But this ain't no action flick, no Depp shit
When the TEC spit hollow tips in your
So, fuck with a Compton nigga
When he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I 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 in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher
'Cause that's what real niggas do when at home
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch
K.G.'s away Jersey chronic that green

up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood zombies into an Olympic team
Till I got got and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to clear my life up, Doc. gave me the

Don't get it twisted, I still click things
Red beam attached to and every strap
That I locked up in my basement
If I shoot a nigga I be known
For Jason, I don't know

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

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

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

rose phantom interior hurt shit
And I got some kisses a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they testify, Beefs to Common
But keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy

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

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

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the four
Or the old sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

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

Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now