Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the business anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me
Name and his mouth bad when he kick it wit' other
Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to 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 don't love women, I hit, you get her back
Hang up in his face, watch how quick he call
Whip up at the Texaco, now, you call that?
You went in pain, how I get in it wit' I'm wit' all that
Shoulder strap a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
bumpin' 'A Milli', Osama, twin llamas
Grew up seein' violence, pull up wit' the
Got my GED, wish I would have made it to
you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me
If I love you, go to war over 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 your later, it's a Friday
You know I got a lot of record labels to sign me
say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
Younger sister, her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid call that (-), that rock

Bread Winners administration, I'm Brasi
sleepin' on me, finally got it poppin'
Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Mary
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, (-) wit' the heater
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round smokers, I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you meet me there
They bad news, they was talkin' 'bout already beat me
Comin' home to my apartment, 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, me, gettin' pulled out
Group home, (-), turn up, up, (-) paused
Atlanta wit' the microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia
What? I would be Tony, mafia
Hand signal, shoutin' out the in the interview
My (-) used to wit' (-), I could get a few
the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube

Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers steady
Y'all shootin' videos where they 'posed to kill me
I got 'em under the hood, the grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now all forces
Call me what you want, pullin' up in Porsches
I'm the plug, but started out an enforcer
Tell you to comply, likely might have to force you
Blow your brains out, the body bag or the
Me and (-) in the Jag sippin'
We get harassed by the badge wit' a warrant
been a confidential witness, not informant
Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' alarmin'?
I just got it in, watch how it disappear
You tall or you 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 are dealin' wit' the green, that's that (-)
hundred mil turned out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, tell you I don't plays
Street game legend in the game, I'm a
Stayed at the (-) time we was together
Mazi take care of my kids it's up and then get messy
hit, got the (-), bought the drop
The rap game fake, Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)