Luyện nghe bài hát Losing Weight Part 2

Ayyo, losing weight
I'm back on these highways cakes
Life's based 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
never let the drama slide
Y'all gone hear a momma die
out homicide

18 Months please, that ain't time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for time
I'ma do the right thing though, shock anyway
6 Months right back on the damn anyway
But look, money from the street
Think its sweet, think you get money the street
Me and my peeps often
At 5-0 work for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat cause talk is
So dunn stay
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay
When it comes to it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one falice
Digital ten, get critical friend
I got 800 men
That mean it could be the
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 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 they don't know them 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 girl that be stuff in my
Felt cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, overdose 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 help I got her but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I her a fix
So she went across the street, him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play his chips"
Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and
Killa, Killa, Dip Set

Fuck weight
We back on these highways cakes
Life's based upon I'ma do today
I my moms moving away
Yeah, I I'ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the
I got to move an
Fuck the
niggas screwin me
Juelz let the cops get me
On the til the shots hit me
the shots get me

Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice when it come to
That
Its real dog, I in the fire
Used to in the streets 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 hittin your
Hittin your door while your cars spinnin 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 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 been the scars and bruises
Like I ain't through the bars, seen the sargaent trooper
Look at my body, I lost so weight
Cops raiding my spot, I done so much weight
I'm tellin papi me a brick, let me owe that cake
He tellin me, he ain't got but so weight
He been waiting for his to come
I'm "at least give me a half, I'll confess and
it to one"
I'm on the as usual
With that block you chop and the rocks as usual
Watching for the cops moving through
Me and my know the rules
We use to get by, by the dudes in blue
Keep your locked, screwed and glued
Or shots from the roof duke will round your body
Like
Mami told me son, hold own
And one day gone grow to be a rolling stone
And I her
Juelz let the cops get me
On the til the shots hit me

Ayyo, losing weight
I'm on these highways moving cakes
Life's based 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 screwin me
Killa never let the drama
Y'all gone a nigga momma die
out homicide

Fuck losing
We on these highways moving cakes
Life's based what I'ma do today
I think my moms away
Yeah, I I'ma cop me that new estate
do the date
I got to an eighth
the scrutiny
Y'all niggas me
never let the cops get me
On the block til the hit me
the shots get me