Luyện nghe bài hát N Da Closet

5:30 in the and I haven't been to sleep
A pair of raggedly ass Pro Wings on my
Ten in my pocket and now I'm on the creep
To the double up spot the shit is comin' cheap

It's and the rocks is all fat
Southern L.A. is where it's at
I'm smokin' like a motherfuckin' choo train
Big cocaine inside my aah

But knows that I'm on the hype
Use to be in cream now I hit the pipe
Face sucked in, yellow grin
No bitches, no friends, no to spend

I'm stuck like a rat in a ass trap
And I sold but my motherfuckin' gat
I got a habit like a rabbit and I stop it
But I can't 'cos I'm n da closet

Oh me wanna holler, right into my life
Oh make me holler, right into my life
Oh make me wanna holler, right into my
homey

No rehabilitation, no wantin' to to
Doin' crimes on every fuckin' I can walk to
I still get props in the hood when I by
'Cos niggas don't that I'm smokin' like Popeye

in the kitchen cookin' rice
Daddy's in the pen life
Sister gotta husband, she's a
And I'm in the backyard hittin' the

It's been or four months since I started usin'
a uphill battle and now I know I'm losin'
I go to the spots where my ain't familiar
And I cook here jack 'cos I don't know niggas

I'm like a peasant and it ain't pleasant
I think I to change my direction
I got the five dollar now I'm all in the carpet
In the dark 'cos I'm locked n da

Someone's at the door, somebody's ringin' a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, goin' to hell
Do me a favor, the door and let 'em have it
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah,

One year done passed and now I'm dusty
because my own mama don't trust me
My sister's on the trip 'cos she I'm on the hit
And I can't take this

There's a rumor goin' round that I'm puffin
And my is lookin' at me crazy, G
I they figured out that I broke in they house
And stole all they while they was out

My told my aunt and my aunt told Pam
And Pam let it slip to that bitch
Roxanne told Bill and Bill told
Now the whole hood that I play the flute

But before I lost my
I didda your dumb ass on a jet, shit
Now I'm back to life, yeah I'm back to
Ain't no side or technicalities

There's one thing about it your life is fucked
At the bottom the way to go is up, aah
No cocaine bitches
I kick the door off the motherfuckin' hinges, I'm out the

Someone's at the door, somebody's ringin' a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, goin' to hell
Do me a favor, the door and let 'em have it
And let 'em it

knockin' at the door, somebody's ringin' a bell
Somebody's locked n da closet, somebody's to hell
Do me a favor, open the door and let 'em it
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah,