Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

Ayyo, fuck losing
I'm back on these moving cakes
Life's based upon what do today
Cop a car, new
Na, it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
Baby do the
I got ta move an
Fuck the
niggas screwin me
Killa never let the slide
Y'all hear a nigga momma die
out homicide

18 Months please, ain't facing time
I'm anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock
6 right back on the damn block anyway
But look, from across the street
Think its sweet, you get money across the street
Me and my peeps meet
At 5-0 they work for us, the beef
Walk with heat cause talk is
So dunn stay
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay
it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one falice
ten, shit get critical friend
I got 800 men
That mean it could be the
Person at the gas station filling up tank, fam
at the front stand
Or rap poison your relish in the center babe
Pictures of renegades, piss in your lemonade
And dead now
you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech
In a collision, I see ambition
But they don't know them when I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot 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 girl that be stuff in my bricks
Felt cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, overdose stuffed her wrist
fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
But my music, say I do nothing but hits
do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I her a fix
So she across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his
You Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed the 6, and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set

Fuck weight
We on these highways moving cakes
based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new
Baby do the
I got to move an
the scrutiny
Y'all niggas me
Juelz let the cops get me
On the block til the hit me
the shots get me

Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to
That
Its dog, I live in the fire
Used to in the streets homie, in the mists of the

Break works put it in pots, sit it in
Quick to grab the 5th and fire
Try to peel off, I'm hittin tire
Hittin your door while your spinnin hittin the wall
That's just the of war
I let you you dealing with dogs
My villians will you off
in your chest brain
Dead on the van on the way
While I got my hand in the Tech
Niggas "fuck, is he stupid?"
wanna cuff me, do it
You wanna be a hero, me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, I ain't been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I lost so weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done so much weight
I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe cake
He me, he ain't 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
With that block you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the that's moving through
Me and my know the rules
We use to get by, by the dudes in blue
Keep mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots the roof duke will circle round your body
Like
Mami me son, hold your own
And one day your grow to be a rolling stone
And I her
Juelz never let the get me
On the til the shots hit me

Ayyo, losing weight
I'm on these highways moving cakes
Life's upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks and grey
do the date
I got ta an eighth
Fuck the
Y'all niggas me
never let the drama slide
Y'all hear a nigga momma die
out homicide

Fuck losing
We on these highways moving cakes
based upon what I'ma do today
I think my moving away
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me new estate
do the date
I got to an eighth
the scrutiny
Y'all screwin me
Juelz let the cops get me
On the til the shots hit me
Until the get me