Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

Ayyo, fuck weight
I'm back on these highways cakes
Life's upon 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
the scrutiny
Y'all niggas me
Killa never let the drama
Y'all gone a nigga momma die
Yell out

18 Months please, that ain't facing
I'm stressed anyway, it for vacation time
I'ma do the thing though, take shock anyway
6 Months right on the damn block anyway
But look, money across the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the
Me and my peeps often
At 5-0 they for us, walk the beef
with heat cause talk is cheap
So stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns silent
When it to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from
Digital ten, get critical friend
I got 800 men
mean it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station up your tank, fam
Lady at the stand
Or rap poison your relish right in the center
Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in lemonade
And y'all now
you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech
In a collision, I see ambition
But don't know them days 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 stove and its 90
I'ma get this that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin stuffed her wrist
fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but
She'll do for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a
her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
You know Cam, he "yeah, don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and
Killa, Killa, Dip Set

losing weight
We on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon I'ma do today
I think my moms moving
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new
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

Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it to spittin
That
Its dog, I live in the fire
Used to being in the streets homie, in the 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 spinnin hittin the wall
just the beginning of war
I let you you dealing with dogs
My will finish you off
Head in your chest
on the van on the express way
While I got my hand in the wave
like "fuck, is he stupid?"
Cops cuff 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 through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I so much weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so weight
I'm tellin front me a brick, let me owe that cake
He tellin me, he ain't got but so much
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 block as
that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops moving through
Me and my soldiers the rules
We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in
Keep mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or from the roof duke will circle round your body
hoola-hoops
Mami me son, hold your own
And one day your gone grow to be a rolling
And I her
Juelz let the cops get me
On the til the shots hit me

Ayyo, fuck weight
I'm on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon what 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
never let the drama slide
Y'all gone a nigga momma die
out homicide

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