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 door, see them niggas hit the fence
I'm tellin' you, life Compton, it's a bitch

Let off a shots, goddamn, I missed
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 remember in the days, loadin' my A.K.
Ridin' in my Impala with my lungs full of haze
That's I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons
Shoot a nigga, he die, enemy number 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 with the four
Or the old school 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 Jersey blowin' chronic that green

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

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

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 with faces
And we crashin' them Ferraris like 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 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 missin' is a bitch Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, or we the dirt shit

Black rose phantom interior hurt
And I got kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to
But Game keep it like Weez and top Rommy

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

walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck around with you jewelry and all 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 Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what it be?

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