Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

Ayyo, losing weight
I'm on these highways moving cakes
Life's based what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new
Na, fuck it get the beef and blue and grey
do the date
I got ta move an
Fuck the
Y'all niggas me
Killa let the drama slide
Y'all gone a nigga momma die
Yell out

18 Months please, that ain't facing
I'm anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the thing though, take shock anyway
6 Months right on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the
its sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often
At 5-0 work for us, walk the beef
with heat cause talk is cheap
So stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, stay silent
When it comes to beef it a talent
me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital ten, shit get critical
I got 800 men
That mean it be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up tank, fam
Lady at the stand
Or rap poison your relish right in the center
Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in lemonade
And dead now
you can bet now
Do like a put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow rounds
In a collision, I see ambition
But they don't them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or all hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it to grams it was 90 I fried
350 On the and its 90 outside
I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her
fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
But love my music, say I do but hits
She'll do anything for me, but hits
when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I her a fix
So she across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, with his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't with his chips"
back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set

losing weight
We back on highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do
I think my moms away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new
Baby do the
I got to an eighth
the scrutiny
Y'all screwin me
Juelz never let the get me
On the til the shots hit me
the shots get me

Niggas wanna know why I'm so when it come to spittin
That
Its real dog, I live in the
to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the

Break works put it in pots, sit it in
to grab the 5th and just fire
Try to off, I'm hittin your tire
Hittin your door while cars spinnin hittin the wall
That's just the of war
I let you know you with dogs
My villians will you off
Head in your chest
on the van on the express way
While I got my hand in the Tech
like "fuck, is he stupid?"
Cops cuff me, do it
You be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I lost so much weight
I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe cake
He tellin me, he got but so much weight
He waiting for his connection to come
I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll and
it to one"
I'm on the block as
that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's through
Me and my know the rules
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in
Keep mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the roof duke will circle your body
hoola-hoops
Mami told me son, hold own
And one day your grow to be a rolling stone
And I her
never let the cops get me
On the block til the hit me

Ayyo, fuck weight
I'm on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do
Cop a car, new
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and
do the date
I got ta an eighth
Fuck the
Y'all screwin me
Killa never let the slide
Y'all gone hear a momma die
Yell out

Fuck losing
We back on these highways moving
Life's based what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me new estate
do the date
I got to move an
the scrutiny
Y'all screwin me
Juelz never let the get me
On the block til the hit me
Until the get me