Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the business cleared we at
Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me
Name and his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other
Tellin' wit' the stamp and try to give me the wrap
I'm in the street wit' it, you 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 get her back
Hang up in his face, how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call
You went in pain, how I get in it wit' I'm wit' all that
strap wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers 'A Milli', Osama, twin llamas
Grew up violence, pull up wit' the knowledge
Got my GED, wish I have 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
in the T-O-P, diamonds in the bottom
Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a
Stack paper, hit girl later, it's a Friday
You know I got a lot of record labels to sign me
They say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the
Beyoncé me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid that (-), smokin' that rock

Bread Winners administration, I'm Brasi
Everybody on me, finally got it poppin'
Wishin' I was wit' my watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, grass while I'm on my island
tattooed in my kitchen, (-) wit' the heater there
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me
bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me there
Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter
Not a robbery, a murder, woke the whole house
I go to funerals, believe me, gettin' pulled out
Group home, (-), up, turn 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 wit' (-), I get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the tube

Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers itchin'
Y'all shootin' videos where 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em under the hood, the grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now all forces
Call me you want, lately pullin' up in Porsches
I'm the plug, but started out an enforcer
Tell you to comply, most likely might have to you
Blow your brains out, the bag or the coffin
Me and (-) in the Jag coffee
We don't get harassed by the badge a warrant
Never been a witness, not informant
Trappin' out the shop, why you this alarmin'?
I just got it in, watch how it disappear
You tall or you can't dress, really, you
Lil' mama better get wit' me I'm out of range
Right, got him dumb, they kinda 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 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 get messy
hit, got the (-), bought the drop
The rap game fake, Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)