Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the business anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face, but to get me wacked
and his mouth bad when he kick it wit' 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 good gang member, the members'll rat
I don't trust proficient at livin' that
I don't love women, I hit, you could get her
Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call
up at the Texaco, now, what you call that?
You went in pain, how I get in it you? I'm wit' all that
strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers bumpin' 'A Milli', Osama, twin
Grew up violence, pull up wit' the knowledge
Got my GED, wish I would made it to college
Wishin' you was free, I could you right on 'side me
If I love you, go to war nothin' if it's a problem
Diamonds in the T-O-P, in the bottom
mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit girl later, it's a Friday
You I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me
say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid call that (-), smokin' that

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

Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers itchin'
Y'all shootin' videos where '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 real plug, but started out an
Tell you to comply, most likely have to force you
Blow your brains out, the bag or the coffin
Me and (-) in the Jag sippin'
We get harassed by the badge 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
Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of
Right, they got him dumb, they put me in the game
Me and Drake are wit' the green, that's that (-)
Five hundred mil out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't
Street game legend in the game, I'm a
Stayed at the (-) time we was together
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)