Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

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

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

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

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

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 sittin' on
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 chronic that green

Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack
Turn 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 clack
Red attached to each and every strap
I keep locked up in my basement
If I a nigga will I be known
For gettin' Jason, I know

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

I think it's
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 know ass is full)
Niggas fuck with me, will 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 dirt

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

stop comin' for the top
If it bakes a flesh wound if Feralla
Motha and when he take aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and allowed to trigga swallow your vein

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

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 Bentley the four colorways?
Or the old school on glaze, what could it be?

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

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