Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

Ayyo, fuck losing
I'm back on these highways moving
Life's upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and
do the date
I got ta move an
the scrutiny
Y'all screwin me
Killa never let the drama
gone hear a nigga momma die
Yell out

18 please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation
I'ma do the right thing though, shock anyway
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 for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat talk is cheap
So dunn stay
Revolvers, Automatics, guns silent
When it comes to it becomes a talent
me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital ten, get critical friend
I got 800 men
mean 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
Pictures of renegades, she'll in your lemonade
And y'all now
you can bet now
Do a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech
In a collision, I see their
But they don't know them days I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the
When it came to grams it was 90 I
350 On the stove and its 90
get this girl that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be her wrists
Her mom died, heroin stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, man fuckin her sis
But my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but
Cause when she needed 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, played his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play his chips"
back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set

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

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

Break put it in pots, sit it in fire
Quick to grab the 5th and fire
Try to peel off, I'm your tire
Hittin your door while your cars spinnin hittin the
just the beginning of war
I let you know you dealing with
My will finish you off
in your chest brain
Dead on the van on the way
I got my hand in the Tech wave
Niggas "fuck, is he stupid?"
Cops 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 through the bars, the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I so much weight
raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight
I'm tellin papi me a brick, let me owe that cake
He tellin me, he got but so much weight
He been waiting for his to come
I'm like "at least me a half, I'll confess and
it to one"
I'm on the block as
With that that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops that's through
Me and my soldiers know the
We use cakes to get by, by the in blue
Keep your mouth locked, and glued
Or shots from the roof duke will circle round your
Like
told me son, hold your 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 losing
I'm back on highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what do today
Cop a car, new
Na, it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
do the date
I got ta an eighth
the scrutiny
Y'all screwin me
never let the drama slide
Y'all gone a nigga momma die
Yell out

Fuck losing
We back on highways moving cakes
Life's based upon I'ma do today
I think my moms moving
Yeah, I think cop me that 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
the shots get me