Luyện nghe bài hát Life

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You know
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 nigga jay got his ass snatched, why he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas in black
Ahh dats it, they called his
Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da
Her voice trembled, she was
The bounty was a g's
For her to up, it would take a miracle
very spiritual
She got on her knees and prayed to God that I 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 with 100 round
I told my lady, get the and the mags
No asked we filled it up in a duffle bag
I in my camoflauge fatiques
My a-r, a hand grenade, and an ounce of
out the front, put the bag in the truck right next to the m-1
And the grip pump
Hit ma dawgs on the celly mercenary of killers
We're niggas with infered triggers
Put the lexus in reverse, and roll double 0
tint big body black four do'
Meet v-90 at the diner with burt bought my bad ass hoe
Who this dope out her vagina
Chocolate, jet hair , slanted eyes you shoulda seen her
Bad ass body look, flexible like a
Seated at a booth, three niggas with broad and proofs
Met for combat, made calls, met up the troop
I told em jay got
The boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's
I'll be there in ten, it's time to get it how we
When I got there she said the jackers know about me
That I got cheese the miller boys at the calliope
Now they want two fifty, cool though
It's time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front
Reach up my shirt and put the gat to the hole
(who is it? ) my nigga boz, open up the door
And red nigga, these niggas down to kill
But up, the plot gets thicker
He said, jay's a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the
He's plottin on me, tryin to get
He's hiding at the six, room two twenty
How many hoes in this world, man nigga
Boz got this hoe named wendy, stripper dancer
Red met her at sixty in atlanta
She got a twin sister candy, boz hooked to jay
Jay fell in with the hoe and got a baby 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 jay wants me dead
Not my nigga, but I investigate
We drove to the motel six, seen his car, checked the 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 titties got my dick hard she's a private dancer
Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his
Pushed the hoe off the and shot his dick off his waist
And naked hoe candy pussy is wide open
Jay can't believe she betrayed him, his eyes is open
Jay tell me why nigga, you die nigga
I would have you some money, didn't have to lie nigga
But I can't kill ya cause a nigga love you too
So v-90 him in his head and throw him in his own trunk
Watch your click (watch click)
niggas switch when you get rich
That tek and ski mask cause a bitch