Luyện nghe bài hát Life Of An Outlaw

In the life we as thugs,
fuckin wit us so can't you see
It's to be a man.
wit my gun in hand.

Why explain the Niggas ain't listenin.
Stuck in positions. If can't stand the heat,
stay the fuck out the kitchen.
Have these switchin, lookin at me mean.
Itchin, givin plenty space.
these bitch niggas snitchin.
Where are we now? found daily.
The feds hope that they could finally nail me for sellin dope.
They backwards, make tracks whenever I rap.
Attack. Words known to explode on contact.
Extreme at times. Blinded by my and fury.
Look at me at my competition's flashin my jewelry.
You'd silent if you niggas knew me. Truely effective.
The shit you ain't do me justice. Got a death wish, bitch.
Run up, face me and wit an infared beam.
It seems niggas ain't my team.
Ain't nobody holdin you back. Explode the to confetti.
Unload it. 'cause niggas ain't ready. The of an outlaw.

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Code 3. formation. Pull out your pistols.
Keep an eye out for the 'cause they itchin to get you.
Mercy to this screamin kamikaze in tongue.
gunfire makin all my enemies run.
Who should I call when I'm and bleedin.
Indeed the possibility has a chase in cream.
Dope got me fiends. Scheam wit my team, just a chosen few.
My foes of explosives. Come closer. Exhale the fumes.
We got memories fadin fast. A for cash.
Accelerate, mash, blast, dash.
Don't now. How you like it, raw.
ain't ready for the wrath of the outlaws. Never surrender.
Death is for a son to free. I'm thugged out.
Fuck the world 'cause this is how made me.
Scarred but breathin.
in me and you could see the victory.
A warrior jewels. Can you picture me?
of and outlaw.

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City siege. It's like I can't even breathe.
I'm from the of car theives. G, deep from the street.
Plenty beef. I play for keeps, arrange the crime scene.
Deep. This nigga from behind tryin to creep.
No wit no straps, jack.
on to bounce back.
And an ounce so fat, snatch my style ?
Get this grip wit to get cha.
wit clippers. Get the picture?
I wrote my life down a scripture.

And I'm still on in the land of the lonely.
Where ain't nobody holy. A of a fact, we unholy.
Everybody soley for themselves. Too hostile on a land hell.
need me. You know we lost hope and we needin it.
Wit the evil it's forever. But it might be low down,
Like a tramp is. All for the street on how to be managed.
To shit. 6 months in advaced to what we plotted.
Approved to go on and now I got it.

Un uh, crack my window. Knowin they'd love to Kastro sleepin.
Attach a strap under my pillow and a hand we freakin.
Creepin into morning. Peepin out the weak.
While they yawnin and let my cloud for it's self.
No doubt. Outlaw. Outta my mind, time. You're all blind.
Some kind of life of mine Kato mind.
Findin it funny, of fact, 'cause it is.
Perhaps finally I look at true over the years as an outlaw.
Eh, Noble.
up nigga.
Would you die for me,
yeah.
Would you for me?
On my grandmother, nigga.
Ah yo.
up.
Let's ride on stupid bitches right now.
out.

Well now they all say roaches and parasites.
and all they might
Thug break night.
Drink we fist fight.
Life or death. But you win with a vest.
But there be no breathing for the reason
Punk bitch on breath.
I see day is dark and I it's dark.
So ?
Beware marks.
And yo, Makaveli, me them bullets that was left for PO's belly.
And let me bust back to niggas till they all sweaty.