Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the cleared anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me
Name and his mouth bad he kick it wit' other camps
lies wit' the stamp and try to give 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 don't many proficient at livin' that
I don't love women, I hit, you could get her
Hang up in his face, watch how quick he 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 strap a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers bumpin' 'A Milli', Osama, llamas
Grew up seein' violence, pull up the knowledge
Got my GED, I would have made it to college
you was free, I could picture you right on 'side me
If I love you, go to war over if it's a problem
Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the
Gold dog, self-made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit girl later, it's a Friday
You know I got a lot of record tryin' to sign me
say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, it
Younger sister, tell her, 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' Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' while I'm on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, (-) the heater there
Ghetto, I be 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me
They bad news, they was 'bout already beat me there
Comin' home to my apartment, findin' my dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the whole
I don't go to funerals, believe me, pulled out
home, (-), turn up, turn up, (-) paused
Atlanta the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is mafia
I would be Tony, mafia material
Hand signal, shoutin' out the in the interview
My (-) used to wit' (-), I could get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner

down, distribute, my fingers steady itchin'
Y'all shootin' videos they 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em under the hood, the 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, most likely have to force you
your brains out, the body bag or the coffin
Me and (-) in the Jag sippin'
We don't get harassed by the wit' a warrant
been a confidential witness, not informant
Trappin' out the shop, why you this alarmin'?
I just got it in, watch how quick it
You tall or you dress, really, you annoyin'
Lil' mama better get me before I'm out of range
Right, they got him dumb, they kinda put me in the
Me and Drake are dealin' wit' the green, that (-)
Five hundred mil turned out in the
Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't plays
Street game in the game, I'm a stepper
at the (-) last time we was together
Mazi take care of my kids when it's up and get messy
Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), bought the
The rap game fake, Kevin Gates, the Wap (Gucci, nigga)