Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to cock the 9, niggas to steal my bitch
Run out the back door, see niggas hit the fence
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 whole
I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off
Old English in my system 'bout to me a nigga

See, I remember back in the days, my A.K.
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs of haze
That's I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons
Shoot a nigga, he die, enemy number one

But ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck a Compton nigga
When he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I 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 sittin' on glaze?
could it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a
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' chronic green

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

get it twisted, I still click clack things
Red attached to each and every strap
That I keep up in my basement
If I shoot a nigga I be known
For gettin' Jason, I know

Still got a sick phase for shoot and car chases
Fuck Paccino 'cause we know niggas with faces
And we go back like D-boys with small
And we crashin' 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 shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the four
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what it be?

(You know 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, and Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, Syonara or we the dirt

Black rose phantom hurt shit
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 comin' for the top
If it bakes a flesh wound if headshot
Motha fucka and when he take aim, into your frame
My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow vein

Can't walk through the and take a piss
Without these new school rap niggas on my
Why you fuck around with you and all your wrist?
I pull up with your 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 school sittin' on glaze, could it be?

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

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