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 other camps
Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to me the wrap
I'm in the wit' it, you really won't be exact
Not a good gang member, the members'll rat
I trust many 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 that?
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 violence, pull up wit' the knowledge
Got my GED, wish I would have 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, diamonds in the
mouth dog, self-made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit girl later, it's a Friday
You know I got a lot of record labels tryin' to me
They say if I'm a risk, detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé me on Instagram, Jigga, watch it
Younger sister, her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid call (-), smokin' that rock

Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca
Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it
Wishin' I was wit' my children Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass I'm on my island
tattooed 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 could me there
They bad news, was talkin' 'bout already beat me there
home to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole
I go to funerals, believe me, gettin' pulled out
Group home, (-), turn up, turn up, (-)
wit' the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is material
I would be Tony, mafia material
Hand signal, shoutin' out the plug in the
My (-) used to fuck (-), I could get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner

Breakin' down, distribute, my steady itchin'
Y'all videos where they 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em under the hood, the grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now all forces
Call me what you want, lately up in Porsches
I'm the real plug, but out an enforcer
Tell you to comply, most might have to force you
Blow your out, the body bag or the coffin
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' this
I got it in, watch how quick it disappear
You tall or you can't dress, really, you
Lil' mama better get wit' me I'm out of range
Right, they got him dumb, kinda put me in the game
Me and Drake are dealin' wit' the green, that's (-)
Five mil turned out in the safe
Coca-Cola, they'll 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, Kevin Gates, the Wap (Gucci, nigga)