Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to cock the 9, 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' fuck it anyway, let off the clip
I'm not to be with when I'm off liquor
Old in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga

See, I remember back in the days, 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, public enemy one

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

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on
could it be?

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

Gave up the hoop dreams, 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 each and strap
That I keep locked up in my
If I shoot a nigga I be known
For gettin' Jason, I don't

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

Pharrell I think
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, could it be?

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

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

stop comin' for the top
If it bakes a flesh wound if headshot
Motha fucka and when he aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and allowed to trigga swallow your vein

Can't walk through the club and take a
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
hot in here, nigga, it must 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?

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

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