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 niggas hit the
I'm tellin' you, life Compton, it's a bitch

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

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

But this no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't with a Compton nigga
When he a gat, yeah nigga, I stay 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?
What it be?

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

up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood into 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
I keep locked up in my basement
If I shoot a nigga will I be
For gettin' Jason, I don't

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

I think it's
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 sittin' on glaze, what it be?

(You know ass is full)
Niggas fuck with me, will stit
I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Smith
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 shit
And I got some kisses from a Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they testify, Beefs to Common
But Game keep it hood like and top Rommy

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

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

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

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

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