Luyện nghe bài hát Lose It

What's my nigga?
Louis my killa?

I feel I can't follow in nobody footstep
You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my
Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills young
Young nigga, nigga, young nigga, young nigga

I I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
In the trap still countin'
Don't fuck with y'all you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
Said I'm to go Gucci Mane
On a choppa
On a rant

Still-a in that trap guap
Out the sewer, now my crib the of Cuba
I be that block
We Brick Squad, ask Flocka
Beside this shit, Silkk The
been San Quentin on lock
But I two that ghost
I two floors that loaf
I be seats by that coach
I be fight by that rope
Make me so I could vomit
Gin with no
Cheat on my bitch, she know I'm
But I'm just a product of my

Young nigga, nigga
Pop pills, make mills young
Got wrist, stay trill nigga
Still toting that steel young
And I ever lose a chain
And shawty stupid man

I I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
In the trap countin' change
Don't fuck with y'all 'cause you lame
Said I'm to go Gucci Mane
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
On a rant
On a choppa

Get down or lay
Shoot everything up but a or a playground
Run shit a Greyhound
I'm in here, now who let the in?
I ain't been my medicine
My trigger finger ain't never been
I am ruler, no measurements
You know I pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, at head my nigga
Cash Money 'til I die, even if I go broke, I wouldn't beg to differ
I'm off vapors, I heart paper, no sharp paper, better get the
'Cause I'm with a sharp razor, get buck like a horse stable
Too street smart, I'm a geek, I put my niggas on they
So if we fall it be that lean, that make a fall asleep
I see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man
Where you going? I'm to go Tunechi man

I I'm 'bout to lose it man
Said I'm 'bout to go Mane
In the trap still countin'
Don't fuck y'all 'cause you niggas lame
Said I'm 'bout to go Gucci
I'm 'bout to go Gucci Mane
On a rant
On a rant