Luyện nghe bài hát Never Bend (Remix)

[Intro: 03

You lil bitch ass steady speaking up on the low
If these project walls could
be just like 03, you dig?
03

[Chorus: 03
If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be hard
In this play your cards right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star, I had it too hard
Bitch I from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, have died in the pen
You been 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been where I been, I fold, never bend

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
I couldn't stop the xan I had money
I been dressin' like this way before they loved me
Feel it in my stomach, molly might just me vomit
Takin' with the shrooms, I'm tryna see my conscience
Too much in my life
You not with the gang so I'm not hear no tides
I'm not tryna hear no
I can't believe you out here in these livin' lies
You think that you tough
Callin' his bluff but we really be them nines
They me at 8:05
Put it on me, had boy gone like 8:59 (on me)
You can feel it in your
Everybody pointin' at you you are not right
We gonna take ten of if you ever try take one of mines
Wasn't for me, then you been died
If your walls could spit bars, all of they songs be hard
They said crack kills but my sellin' hard
They say last bitch the work went to Mars
She my dick for ten bucks with no arms
was back when times was hard
That was back before I had these that I earned
Wet up block with a leg and an arm
With that burner we aim at head and start perms
Keep that shit one hundred, boy you it twenty
We caught an opp, we thought that shit was funny
Funny part about it, we we was gon' catch him one day
And on the ground he all up shakin', on his stomach
Man fuck all looks
I had to go get bread so I could put money on them books
That boy look shook time that he look
But I ain't gotta touch him 'cause a douche
My dreads done got long, this just was a bush
I got a boy from the block a cook
He up some salmon, taste better than it look
He cookin' dog food, the type make you woof
You try to take shit, I'll get you tooked
These snitchin', they tryna write a book
Ninety thousand dollars, just for one of my hooks
Please do not compare me to of these crooks

03 Greedo]
If these could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your right or get left to starve
My mama made me a star, I had it too hard
Bitch I came from the tar but I got again
I'm thanking God, have died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the odds like I
You haven't been where I been, I fold, never bend

2: 03 Greedo]
Niggas act like I ain't the beat to this and Crimey
A Nigga, Sweet Lady, Pick A Side, and Slidin'
Murder Music, Makin' Plays, Lately, Molly
Legend night bitch I got songs with everybody
You need help anybody, you still ain't caught a body
Niggas said they me poppin', scared to come and get it poppin'
My whole life a livin' hell, bitches and homicide me
All this time I got, I miss some to fuckin' traumatize me
I don't no man's opinion, not to qualify me
You be spendin' money on your wrist from what the law
snitches hangin' out like nigga why we hidin'?
Floatin' 'cross these motherfuckin' hits, had an out of body
God nigga, I bailed out in '16
rep 03, Uzi rep 16
Platinum albums from a cell, no walkie-talkie
Pushin' button, playin'
Hold on, up, cops is watchin'

03 Greedo]
If these walls could spit bars, all of songs be this hard
In this game play your cards or get left to starve
My made me a star, I just had it too hard
Bitch I from the tar but I got high again
I'm thanking God, could died in the pen
You haven't been 'gainst the like I been
You haven't been where I been, I never fold, never
If these could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard
In this game play your cards right or get left to
My mama me a star, I just had it too hard
Bitch I came from the tar but I got again
I'm thanking God, could died in the pen
You haven't 'gainst the odds like I been
You haven't been I been, I never fold, never bend

[Outro: 03
And we do it for Lil
Yeah, live Lil Money
Oh, changes everything
I can never give a a wedding ring
Ooh,
Rest in peace to all my
GIP to all my killers, woo