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' it anyway, let off the whole clip
I'm not to be fucked with I'm off liquor
Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a

See, I remember in the days, loadin' my A.K.
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my full of haze
That's when I give a fuck, now I got my sons
Shoot a nigga, he die, public number one

But ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC spit hollow tips in your
So, don't fuck a Compton nigga
When he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I strapped

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

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

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

Don't get it twisted, I still click things
Red beam attached to and every strap
I keep 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 and car chases
Fuck Paccino 'cause we niggas with scarred faces
And we go back like D-boys small faces
And we them Ferraris like y'all hate me

Pharrell I think
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it 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, could it be?

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

rose phantom interior hurt shit
And I got some kisses from a couple Brooklyn
Them hoes, never testify, Beefs to Common
But Game keep it hood like 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 your

Can't walk through the club and take a
these new school rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck with you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you

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

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

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