Luyện nghe bài hát Miss My Boyz

Ain't nothing in the world more expensive than
It takes a whole to pay the cost of a G
My little homie done ten, but shit at he alive
And all the niggas he came up with either or retired
And some inside, they waiting parole
I pray my niggas hold head where its dark and cold
You can't win em all, that's the old folks say
It's like to sweep leaves on a windy day
a look in the mirror cause it's all bout you
They say it's but its fair, man it's sad but it's true
The first thing I learned was by and subtracting
You movie star niggas need to quit acting
Bumps in the road I just them for lessons
Getting a piece of mind, I them blessings
Ain't had a real clear up in a long time
It's a dark grind but a nigga shine

I got a few homies and I miss my boys
We had a lot of good summers and I miss them
Is there heaven for a G, can a hustler parole.
fo niggas in the streets steady loosing their soul (Repeat1x)

One lose is another mans gain
why you cant get trapped doing the same thing
Stop buying rims and just to feel betta
Cuz the like to sin us niggas to foreva
Keep yo game tight like a bill sweater
Put yo bread up, try to all yo cheddar
U kno I miss my boys up in da summer
I think about you nigga I aint lying.
We to run like them getaway cars
Fast and tryna chase them broads
Seem that nigga reggie aint gone neva make parole
And I aint my uncle since I was 12 yrs old
Screw died, Pat Hawk got killed
Im the one left original thats real
Takes than a song thats how I feel
So this is for my niggas thats trapped behind da