Luyện nghe bài hát Life Ain't Shit

Lil Dap
Uh, one here
Is for the pimps, the and the cool niggas
Hahahahahahah, like that

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East New York, Brooklyn, my destination of
gave us power to walk the streets of the universe
We from Brooklyn, fully damn armed
These situations of life a' make a nigga off
Power power, and day to day
for my niggas in the streets all day
Haunted daily to our I said "The crime don't pay"
They say "The rich get rich, the get poor"
'cause we can walk down the block, all night
Start to make our own tracks, for these to recite
Recite, we'll pull your vein right out your throat
these cats want to propate
I'm holdin it with my throat
Heard me walk about it, and knowledge
Shinin bright a diamond, sittin in BK, rhymin
it down, waitin for the sun to set now
Look in the sky, see my man B.I.G. around
One day the shine so bright, life so right,
lost my man tonight - Settin it off,
Check it this, it got to go with the flow
Some niggas may not understand, but you how it go

2X: Lil Dap

Because life ain't shit, gotta for yours
Gotta hustle from the just to feed the poor
Niggas think shit is funny, gotta for yours
Because the rich get rich, the poor get
up and grab ya nina, 'cause you got to get yours

{Lil
B.I. 2000 numerals are stamped in our skin
Now let us begin, and break it down, how we get in
We don't know about kites, all we about life
Situations all about it, how we break it right

Life ain't shit, gotta for yours

Don't come to BK no more
Little shorties I got around me, yo spray some more
They make you pay the door
Sneakin on coming outside the stores
Runnin around sellin coke they drawers
Morning, I ain't got time for talkin
I assurted the clip in the motherfuckin mack, to attack
A lot of these cats, speakin on they do and such
And while to fuck to around, get like a dutch
Yo, my rifle gon and sniper MC's
All the way from Avenue all the way to Mercia
Blazin up, chain robbery people cold shake
Ya breath is up, kidnap style, take a person up
Never fake me for certain, the curtain
Runnin outside my stomach hurtin
Comin in ya 9 to 5, ya stop merchin
I start squirtin, BK is a fucked up place
Kick ya down the and cold piss in ya face

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{Melachi The
Aiyo my ain't shit, plus my job ain't shit
My car ain't shit, and you know bitches ain't
If you wanna get my dough, you gotta for it
You gotta ya gun and bust for it
the Group Home is stick and we swermin like alligators
Risin to the top, like elevators
Life is like a war, we gotta feed the
The rich will get rich, but ghetto love mean
Family foundation, till you gotta yours
That's the only way to a strong structure
when it rains it pours, we opening the doors
A roof over ya head is sun galore

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