Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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You what?
This ghetto got me so
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring from death
Ain't fucked up
Big ed, a story of the streets

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My jay got his ass snatched, why wasnt he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas in black
Ahh dats it, they his momma
Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da
Her trembled, she was hysterical
The was a hundred g's
For her to up, it would take a miracle
very spiritual
She got on her knees and to God that I would help her yo
We'll get em back, I do to help my dawg
Try to relax, I hit you back, let me some calls
For like this,
I keep a safe full of money 100 round clips
I told my lady, get the cash and the
No questions asked we filled it up in a bag
I through in my fatiques
My a-r, a hand grenade, and an of weed
Head out the front, put the bag in the truck right to the m-1
And the pistol grip
Hit ma dawgs on the celly group of killers
We're methodical niggas infered triggers
Put the lexus in reverse, and let's roll 0
Limo tint big body black do'
Meet v-90 at the with burt bought my bad ass hoe china
Who smoke this dope out her
Chocolate, jet black , slanted eyes you shoulda seen her
Bad ass body look, flexible like a
Seated at a booth, three with broad and bullet proofs
Met for combat, made more calls, met up the
I told em jay got
The boys got connects on silencers for gats
me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, time to get it how we live
I got there she said that the jackers know about me
That I got cheese with the boys at the calliope
Now they want two fifty, it's though
time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front door
Reach up my shirt and put the gat to the hole
(who is it? ) it's my nigga boz, up the door
And red nigga, niggas down to kill nigga
But hold up, the plot thicker
He said, jay's a ass nigga, nobody snatched the nigga
He's plottin on me, tryin to get
He's hiding at the motel six, two twenty
How many hoes in world, man nigga plenty
Boz got this hoe named wendy, stripper dancer
Red met her at chocolate sixty in
She got a sister candy, boz hooked candy to jay
Jay fell in love with the hoe and got a on the way
But he's broke and busted, and out disgusted
Scheming on me, him and discussed it
told wendy, and wendy told red
Red told me my nigga jay me dead
Not my nigga, but I gotta
We drove to the six, seen his car, checked the liscense plate
(yeah that's him) see happens when you try to pack fair
Peeped in the window, seen jay gettin in the chair
That's hoe candy, workin it backwards
Lookin at her got my dick hard like she's a private dancer
Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his
the hoe off the nigga and shot his dick off his waist
And that naked hoe candy is wide open
Jay can't she betrayed him, his eyes is wide open
Jay tell me why nigga, before you die
I would have you some money, didn't have to lie nigga
But I can't ya cause a nigga love you too much
So v-90 shoot him in his head and him in his own trunk
Watch your (watch your click)
Cause niggas switch when you get
That tek and ski mask life's a bitch