Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch
Run out the back door, see them hit the fence
I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, a bitch

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

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
Shoot a nigga, he die, enemy number one

But this ain't no action flick, no Depp shit
When the TEC spit tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck with a Compton
When he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I stay

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 sittin' on glaze?
could it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to 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 zombies an Olympic track team
I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to my life up, Doc. gave me the vaccine

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

Still got a sick phase for outs and car chases
Fuck Paccino we know niggas with scarred faces
And we go like D-boys with small faces
And we crashin' them 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 sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

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

Black rose phantom hurt shit
And I got some kisses from a couple bitches
Them hoes, they testify, Beefs to Common
But keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy

Never 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 through the club and a piss
Without these new school rap niggas on my
Why you fuck around you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up with your pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know

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 with the four colorways?
Or the old school on glaze, what could it be?

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

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