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 with when I'm off liquor
Old in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga

See, I back in the days, loadin' my A.K.
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my 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 ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC spit hollow tips in 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 Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
could it be?

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

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

Don't get it twisted, I click clack things
Red attached to each and every strap
That I keep locked up in my
If I shoot a will I be known
For gettin' Jason, I don't

Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car
Fuck Paccino 'cause we know niggas with faces
And we go back 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
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 sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

(You know ass is full)
Niggas can't fuck 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, Syonara or we the dirt

Black rose phantom interior shit
And I got some kisses from a couple bitches
Them hoes, never testify, Beefs to Common
But Game it hood like Weez and top Rommy

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

Can't walk the club and take a piss
Without these new 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
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old school on glaze, what could it be?

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