Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

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

18 Months please, ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for time
I'ma do the right thing though, shock anyway
6 right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the
Me and my peeps meet
At 5-0 work for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat cause is cheap
So stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay
When it comes to beef it a talent
me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital ten, shit get critical
I got 800 men
That it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up tank, fam
at the front stand
Or rap poison your relish right in the center
Pictures of renegades, piss in your lemonade
And y'all now
you can bet now
Do a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see ambition
But they don't them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the
When it came to it was 90 I fried
350 On the and its 90 outside
I'ma get this that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose her wrist
Father fuckin her, older man 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 but fixed
coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went 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"
back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set

losing weight
We back on these highways moving
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
Fuck the
niggas screwin me
Juelz never let the get me
On the block til the hit me
the shots get me

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

Break put it in pots, sit it in fire
to grab the 5th and just fire
Try to peel off, I'm hittin your
Hittin your door while cars spinnin hittin the wall
That's just the of war
I let you know you dealing dogs
My will finish you off
Head in your 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 wanna be a hero, me, do it, rush me, do it
Shit, like I been through the scars and bruises
Like I ain't been through the bars, the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I lost so weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so weight
I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let me owe cake
He tellin me, he ain't got but so weight
He been waiting for his connection to
I'm like "at least give me a half, I'll and
it to one"
I'm on the as usual
With block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops moving through
Me and my soldiers know the
We use to get by, by the dudes in blue
your mouth locked, screwed and glued
Or from the roof duke will circle round your body
Like
told me son, hold your own
And one day gone grow to be a rolling stone
And I her
Juelz never let the get me
On the block til the hit me

Ayyo, fuck weight
I'm on these highways moving cakes
Life's based upon I'ma 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 these moving cakes
Life's based what I'ma do today
I think my moms moving
Yeah, I think I'ma cop me new estate
Baby do the
I got to an eighth
the scrutiny
Y'all screwin me
Juelz never let the get me
On the til the shots hit me
Until the get me