Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the cleared anywhere we at
in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked
Name and his mouth bad when he kick it other camps
Tellin' lies wit' the and try to give me the wrap
I'm in the street it, you really won't be exact
Not a gang member, the members'll probably rat
I trust many proficient at livin' that
I love women, I hit, you could get her back
up in his face, watch how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call
You in pain, how I get in it wit' you? I'm wit' all that
Shoulder strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, back
Speakers bumpin' 'A Milli', Osama, twin
Grew up seein' violence, pull up the knowledge
Got my GED, wish I have made it to college
Wishin' you was free, I picture you right on 'side me
If I you, go to war over nothin' if it's a problem
Diamonds in the T-O-P, in the bottom
Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a
Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a
You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to me
They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the
Beyoncé me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
Younger sister, her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid call (-), smokin' that rock

Winners administration, I'm Luca Brasi
Everybody on me, finally got it poppin'
Wishin' I was wit' my watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass I'm on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, (-) the heater there
Ghetto, I be 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you meet me there
bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there
Comin' to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the house
I don't go to funerals, believe me, pulled out
Group home, (-), turn up, up, (-) paused
Atlanta wit' the microwave, boy
Gang, we is mafia material
What? I would be Tony, material
Hand signal, out the plug in the interview
My (-) used to fuck (-), I could get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the tube

down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin'
Y'all shootin' where they 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em the hood, the soft grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now all forces
Call me what you want, lately up in Porsches
I'm the plug, but started out an enforcer
Tell you to comply, most likely might to force you
Blow your out, the body bag or the coffin
Me and (-) in the Jag coffee
We don't get harassed by the wit' a warrant
Never been a witness, not informant
Trappin' out the shop, why you this alarmin'?
I just got it in, how quick it disappear
You tall or you can't dress, really, you
mama better get wit' me before I'm out of range
Right, got him dumb, they kinda put me in the game
Me and Drake are dealin' the green, that's that (-)
Five hundred mil turned out in the
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I plays
Street game in the game, I'm a stepper
Stayed at the (-) last time we was
Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get
hit, got the (-), bought the drop
The rap game fake, Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)