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 them 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 whole
I'm not to be with when I'm off liquor
Old English in my system 'bout to kill me a

See, I remember back in the days, my A.K.
Ridin' 'round in my 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 ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't 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 shades? Is it the
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
What it be?

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

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

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

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

Pharrell I 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 Bentley with the four
Or the old sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

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

Black rose interior hurt shit
And I got some kisses from a Brooklyn bitches
hoes, they never 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 fucka and he take aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your

Can't walk the club and take a piss
Without these new rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck around with you and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' shit, now you know

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 colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what it be?

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

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