Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

up in the mornin', oh, shit
Had to cock the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my
Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the
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 clip
I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off
Old English in my system to kill me a nigga

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

But this no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck with a 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 Is it the J's?
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
could it be?

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

up the hoop dreams, bubble 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 beam attached to and every strap
I keep locked up in my basement
If I shoot a will I be known
For gettin' Jason, I know

Still got a phase for shoot outs and car chases
Fuck Paccino 'cause we know with scarred faces
And we go back D-boys with small faces
And we them 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 Bentley with the four
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, could it be?

(You know ass is full)
Niggas fuck with me, will stit
I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will
All I'm missin' is a bitch Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, Syonara or we the shit

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

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

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

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

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