Luyện nghe bài hát Montana Diary

Yo, pushin' a red Lex, mini screens in my
So much beef, police I ain't dead yet
I keep mad heat, my passenger seat, to master the beef
It's so real, if I don't see you, I'm ya peeps
It's on, nigga, get hit first, is gonna kiss dirt
My soldiers, cold blooded,
Cold flooded, on streets, we hundreds
I drink coladas, but some of my niggaz roll
Ya man froze when I up, I symbolize death
Like a cobra attack, your life fear(here) is
Black you fucked up, you never of stepped(snuck) up
My spot cocked, suckers, scared to die, luck
Run, prepare to meet ya maker, no is you grimey
Motherfuckers fear(seein')
I burn insides like Henny, nigga, need a taster(chaser)?
Pray to gods, the(n) way ya odds, 'cause only he save ya
Motherfuckers, it's..

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The Montana shit, the money and the power
Real recognize real, dough, I need of it
My name, you honor it, niggaz with(analyzing) me
Need to take a look the Montana diary

Yo, I walk among men wanna be me, love that(and) wanna see me
Mega Montana, drama, I love, it
Never sleepin', I close my and see my enemies
nines reachin', so I awaken
Criminal thoughts, become
Yo, fuck explanations, son, I need the combinations
by snipers in a major operation
Authorities me, kingpin, replace ya(replacing) week(weak) men
Layin', sneakin'(Plans reaching) on the strength of information
My destination reachin' the top, and puttin' in a cop
Who wanna care if my heart beat was runnin'
Yo, son, it only a second for my gun to blast
Give me the world and in it
My enemies need(meet) an uzi with a pearl
I live it, my life a(is) pure corruption, rememeber these words
I ain't the one to with, aiyo, I live..

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You fuck with me, you fuckin' the best
The emperor, niggaz'll die because my mind sinister
I pack an automatic, of course(fours), to my status
'cause money bring power, and power madness
And it, got a nigga mind, bigger crime
I appear to my(epitomize gettin') mad dough, and no prison
The money make a nigga sour lemon-lime
I'm gettin' mine, you gettin' yours, kid, a(where's the) nine
It's Montana, introducing
Bigger ways to get paid, rhyme
And if there's a problem, I'ma find a
My face in the mirror, the eyes of the ruthless
Sky's the limit, the tenent(ride is tinted)
My so trife, I don't advise y'all, niggaz to try to live it
My inner vision of better inspired me
To write the called the Montana Diary
it back, son

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