Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

Ayyo, losing weight
I'm back on these highways moving
based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a car, new
Na, fuck it get the beef and blue and grey
Baby do the
I got ta an eighth
the scrutiny
Y'all screwin me
Killa never let the slide
Y'all gone hear a momma die
Yell out

18 Months please, ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock
6 Months right back on the damn anyway
But look, money across the street
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 cause is cheap
So stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay
it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one falice
Digital ten, shit get friend
I got 800 men
That it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station up your tank, fam
Lady at the front
Or rap poison your relish right in the center
Pictures of renegades, 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 their
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 came to grams it was 90 I
350 On the stove and its 90
I'ma get this that be stuff in my bricks
life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, older man her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but
She'll do anything for me, but hits
Cause when she help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I 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

Fuck weight
We back on these moving cakes
based upon 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 niggas me
never let the cops get me
On the til the shots hit me
Until the get me

Niggas know why I'm so nice when it come to spittin
fire
Its real dog, I live in the
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 off, I'm hittin your tire
your door while your cars spinnin hittin the wall
That's the beginning of war
I let you you dealing with dogs
My villians will you off
Head in your chest
Dead on the van on the way
While I got my hand in the Tech
Niggas "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 been the scars and bruises
Like I been through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I lost so much
Cops raiding my spot, I lost so much weight
I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe that
He tellin me, he ain't got but so weight
He been waiting for his to come
I'm like "at give me a half, I'll confess and
it to one"
I'm on the block as
With that block that you chop and the 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
Keep your locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the duke will circle round your body
Like
Mami me son, hold your own
And one day gone grow to be a rolling stone
And I her
Juelz let the cops get me
On the block til the hit me

Ayyo, fuck weight
I'm back on 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
do the date
I got ta move an
Fuck the
Y'all niggas me
Killa never let the drama
Y'all gone hear a momma die
out homicide

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