Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the cleared anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face, but to get me wacked
Name and his mouth bad he kick it wit' other camps
Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try to give me the
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 he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, what you call
You went in pain, how I get in it wit' you? I'm wit' all
Shoulder wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers 'A Milli', Osama, twin llamas
Grew up seein' violence, up wit' the knowledge
Got my GED, wish I would made it to college
Wishin' you was free, I picture 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
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 to sign me
They say if I'm a risk, it's to the profit
Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, it
Younger sister, her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid call that (-), smokin' that

Bread Winners administration, I'm Brasi
Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it
Wishin' I was my children watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass I'm on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, (-) wit' the there
Ghetto, I be 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could me there
They bad news, was talkin' 'bout already 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, the whole house
I don't go to funerals, believe me, gettin' out
Group home, (-), turn up, up, (-) paused
Atlanta wit' the microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is material
What? I would be Tony, mafia
Hand signal, out the plug in the interview
My (-) to fuck wit' (-), I could get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner

Breakin' down, distribute, my fingers itchin'
Y'all shootin' videos where '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 plug, but started out an enforcer
you to comply, most likely might have to force 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 a confidential witness, not informant
Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' alarmin'?
I just got it in, how quick it disappear
You tall or you can't dress, really, you
Lil' mama get wit' me before I'm out of range
Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the
Me and are dealin' wit' the green, that's that (-)
Five hundred mil turned out in the
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't
game legend in the game, I'm a stepper
Stayed at the (-) time we was together
Mazi take care of my kids it's up and then get messy
Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), the drop
The rap fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)