Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

Ayyo, losing weight
I'm on these highways moving cakes
Life's upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new
Na, it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
Baby do the
I got ta an eighth
Fuck the
Y'all screwin me
Killa let the drama 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
do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 Months back 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 they work for us, walk the
Walk with heat talk is cheap
So dunn silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns silent
When it comes to beef it a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from
ten, shit get critical friend
I got 800 men
That it could be the bankman
Person at the gas filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the stand
Or rap poison your right in the center babe
of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade
And dead now
you can bet now
Do like a put your bread down
Upset now, hate I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see ambition
But don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot summers when I was up in the kitchen
When it to grams it was 90 I fried
350 On the stove and its 90
get this girl that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her
Her mom died, heroin stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, man fuckin her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but
She'll do anything for me, nothing but
Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but
Needed coke, dope, ya I gave 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

Fuck weight
We back on these moving cakes
Life's based upon what I'ma do
I think my moving away
Yeah, I I'ma cop me that new estate
do the date
I got to an eighth
Fuck the
Y'all niggas 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 nice it come to spittin
That
Its real dog, I in the fire
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 the beginning of war
I let you know you with dogs
My will finish you off
Head in chest brain
on the van on the express way
While I got my in the Tech wave
like "fuck, is he stupid?"
Cops wanna me, do it
You be a hero, snuff me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, like I ain't through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been through the bars, the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much
I'm tellin papi me a brick, let me owe that cake
He me, he ain't got but so much weight
He been waiting for his connection to
I'm like "at least me a half, I'll confess and
it to one"
I'm on the as usual
With that that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the that's moving through
Me and my soldiers the rules
We use cakes to get by, by the in blue
your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your
hoola-hoops
Mami told me son, 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, it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
Baby do the
I got ta move an
Fuck the
Y'all screwin me
Killa let the drama slide
Y'all gone hear a nigga die
out homicide

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