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 Compton, it's a bitch

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

See, I back in the days, loadin' my A.K.
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs of haze
when 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 Johny Depp
When the TEC hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck with a Compton
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 shades? Is it the
Is it the with the four 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 blowin' that green

Gave up the hoop dreams, with the crack dreams
hood zombies 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 click clack things
Red beam attached to and every strap
That I 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 crashin' them Ferraris y'all hate me

Pharrell I think
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 four
Or the old school on glaze, what could it be?

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

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

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

walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new school rap on my dick
Why you fuck with you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you

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 glaze, what 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, lookin' now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now