Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the business anywhere we at
in my face, but itchin' to get me wacked
Name and his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other
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 don't trust many proficient at livin'
I don't love women, I hit, you get her back
up in his face, watch how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you that?
You in pain, how I get in it wit' you? I'm wit' all that
Shoulder wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers bumpin' 'A Milli', Osama, llamas
up seein' violence, pull up wit' the knowledge
Got my GED, I would have made it to college
Wishin' you was free, I could you right on 'side me
If I love you, go to war over nothin' if it's a
Diamonds in the T-O-P, in the bottom
Gold dog, self-made, I'm a grinder
paper, hit your girl later, it's a Friday
You I got a lot of record labels tryin' to sign me
They say if I'm a risk, it's to the profit
follow me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
Younger sister, her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid call (-), smokin' that rock

Bread administration, I'm Luca Brasi
sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin'
Wishin' I was wit' my children Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my
Gettin' in my kitchen, (-) wit' the heater there
Ghetto, I be strollin' wit' smokers, I ain't even there
Right the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there
They bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me
Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my daughter
we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole
I don't go to funerals, me, gettin' pulled out
Group home, (-), turn up, turn up, (-)
Atlanta the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia
What? I be Tony, mafia material
signal, shoutin' out the plug 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 under the hood, the soft Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all
me what 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 sippin'
We don't get by the badge wit' a warrant
Never been a confidential witness, not
Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' alarmin'?
I just got it in, watch how it disappear
You or you can't dress, really, you annoyin'
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 dealin' wit' the green, that's (-)
hundred mil turned out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I plays
Street legend in the game, I'm a stepper
Stayed at the (-) last we was together
Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and then get
Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), the drop
The rap game fake, Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)