Luyện nghe bài hát Love Me Or Not

Runnin' runnin' runnin runnin
Burial burial burial
Boy fuck and meet the funeral

Bad man don't make foon, wit da goon
Boy aroun gon shot clat yo doom
Clocks we step, you a be pep
Put one ina yo heart and ina yo chest

Bad man make foon, strap wit da goon
Boy fuck aroun gon clat yo doom
Clocks we step, you a be pep
Put one ina yo heart and then ina yo

large, ina boy head
Go there boss, go and now yo blood clat
You blowin' all the white, a run red
Yellow teeth, white chop, pussy dead
Me gun flex, unex, in a chest
day, big a night, we no take rest
We put boy to rest, we nah made
New York, I'm with the

Bad man don't make foon, wit da goon
Boy fuck aroun gon shot yo doom
when we step, you a be pep
Put one ina yo and then ina yo chest

Bad man don't foon, strap wit da goon
Boy fuck aroun gon shot clat yo
Clocks we step, you a be pep
Put one ina yo heart and then ina yo

I Folarin!
Yo lady know the tho
I'm in the lay do, felatio be out the grave
Countin pesos, find me the chick to say no
I can her font like my document space is way low
Shotta, a G like me don't be in no Versace
at the watches, presidential, call it kemosabe
Big timer, just being I be in Gabana
I'm from a town youngins slang ass, speak ebonics
DC don't got no games, they beat the block up
And they rally at the bank 'cause they deposits, uh
Phones baby, will let no role me
Call lady, if Italian be Scorsese
I cut action, you sucka
Say you cut from a different cloth, well a nut rag, a bomb's anchor
Shift, please weed, I keep em blowed
LP got a LB for each flow

You can me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Outside I gotta tec, inside I snug
I correct, act wrong and get a slug
I see that you into money, well baby show me love
You can me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta
I wrote correct, act wrong and get a
I see you and the money, well baby then show me love
You can find me in the

all rocky, you know how I be
Told you mo'fuckas' is in the I'm "Papi"
I got all type of fish, "ahi"
I got all type of bitches but I'm ain't cocky,
see me on the couch, see me out,
see me on your TV when you're in your house
I'm on BET, MTV
man I'm the thing smokin' outta NYC
Self-made and self-paid, niggas stop me
I out, your hands out like save me a peach
Man fuck you spit in your face,
you can hate me now and how success tastes
Not bad it, mad want it,
nigga please I the bar you at the bar
You should leave go DJ, play that new Ave shit
Two steppin' with my weapon B-S be clip

You can me in the club, bottle full of bub'
Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta
I wrote correct, act wrong and get a
I see that you into money, well baby show me love
You can find me in the club, bottle of bub'
Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta
I wrote correct, act wrong and get a
I see that you and the money, well then show me love
You can me in the club