Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the business cleared 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 stamp and try to give me the
I'm in the wit' it, you really won't be exact
Not a gang member, the members'll probably rat
I don't trust many at livin' that
I don't love women, I hit, you could get her
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
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 have made it to
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, diamonds in the
Gold mouth dog, self-made, I'm a
Stack paper, hit 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, tell her, 'Not interested', she a
Healthy kid call that (-), smokin' that

Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca
Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it
I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my
tattooed in my kitchen, (-) wit' the heater there
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could me there
They bad news, they was talkin' 'bout beat me there
Comin' home to my apartment, my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the house
I go to funerals, believe 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
Hand signal, out the plug in the interview
My (-) used to fuck wit' (-), I get a few
the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube

Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers itchin'
Y'all shootin' where they 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em the hood, the soft grade Civic
Balenciaga-rockin', but now it's all
Call me what you want, pullin' up in Porsches
I'm the real plug, but started out an
Tell you to comply, likely might have to force you
your brains out, the body bag or the coffin
Me and (-) in the Jag sippin'
We don't get 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 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 dealin' wit' the green, that (-)
Five hundred mil out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, they'll you I don't 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 then get
Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), bought the
The rap fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)