Luyện nghe bài hát N100

[Verse 1: Joseph
I been out at Fred's, again
Cigarettes in my hands, again
But they still touch my lungs yet
I'm just with them for my friends

I'm just all them for my friends
Always gotta some just for my friends
And gone be the thing that ties my ends
Cause when the pack they twist my ends, yeah

But that's a burn
And i got no filters left, yeah
I'll just it raw all by myself
And light myself i ask for help, hm

I got on my feet, now
Ain't seen my bed for a week, now
thing i took a peep out
City need like me, now

Joseph Cook]
Back the city, yeah
squad claim they with me, yeah
Whole prove they with me, yeah
Only giving me N50's,

Back the city, now
squad claim they with me, now
Whole squad prove with me, now
giving me N50's, now

[Verse 2: Cook]
Fratown and I'm
Raw dog the and I'm flying
at Sammy T's and I'm hiding
I'm buying for all my kin

I run outside and tag in
He buy the 'Ports and I'm
I 'em up and start lighting
only 50 I'm fine, man

I know your face, keep you well fed
I know your name, you got a bed
In return, you best protect my
They shots, you leave that convo dead

I ain't did no in a long time
First time done let me down in a long time
Whole squad in my for a long time
I riding with the squad for a long time

Got a phone dryer bone
Chrome's emptier my home
Ain't touched my since the old me
But I'm down that same road, b

I'm up in my old city
quiet but still with me
Winged homies ditched me
Since good kept missing

Joseph Cook]
Back the city, yeah
Whole squad claim they with me,
squad prove they with me, yeah
Only giving me N50's,

inside the city, now
Whole squad claim they me, now
Whole prove they with me, now
Only me N50's, now

Joseph Cook]x2
The way I'm doing it in town make you your slack up
The way I'm talking shit so loud, man, you gotta up
I'm riding with the squad better call some back up
Cause we out here doing wrong, ain't no way to track us

Joseph Cook] x2
Back the city
Morals 'gainst me
Got some good with me
But not fighting with me

inside the city
Homies busy
If this is my sight
Don't tell my momma that glimpse, b

inside the city
Morals fighting me
Got some good with me
But they not fighting me

Back inside the
Homies busy
If I die
Tell my momma I was