Luyện nghe bài hát No Flaws

[Chorus: Young
Real street nigga, ain't no in me
Half a on me and I ain't brought it all with me
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you ball me
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you with me
And I ain't gon let you walk with me if you crawl with me
Ten chains on but I ain't it all with me
Bail thunderstorm, dropping by the 50s
First foreign I had was a 650

[Verse 1: Young
Me and 550 had for 450
My partner Ty me half on 650
Fuck the feds, free Trotter and OG
I'm of the Mob just like Gotti, get the scrap 50
And I ain't out the house without the sack with me
At I was in school and I had crack with me
breaking in houses, me and [?]
Stayed down, got us 36, it Jerome Bettis
Fuck the money up and told bring a 50
100 a piece Slime and Future, that's a quarter milli
In 6 months I made 2 M's stretching like a gym
I love my niggas just like brothers so thank God for

Young Scooter]
Real nigga, ain't no flaws in me
Half a on me and I ain't brought it all with me
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you with me
They us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall with me
And I ain't gon let you with me if you ain't crawl with me
Ten chains on but I ain't it all with me
thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s
First I ever had was a 650

2: G Herbo]
Bought that 9 milli' from Q BayBay, me 650
Used to punch on with Scooby and JJ
Foe caught a body, I was sendin' him
I wanna die, was only in 6th grade
We was shot at, I'm calling ShayShay
I know last sent my momma a dub
Then walked in Barney's and spent 8K
I was fifteen up in the club
Glock under my belt, had bitch on hug
When I got shot, the Police none
My momma knew she a thug
Walk in that bitch, empty guns
She just gon that under the rug
'Member I ran through that and ain't had none
Took lil pints, told him get it in blood
Now I'm spending a whole of hundreds
A Lil Pint, you sippin' the blood
I'm is, we're Bloods
What I'm is, a 150
how we went on the run
We'd get bored, shoot for fun
We try and practice
Oh, he thought he wasn't no factor

[Chorus: Young
street nigga, ain't no flaws in me
Half a ticket on me and I ain't it all with me
If you my nigga, I keep it real, I let you with me
They caught us with it, I took the charge, ain't let you fall me
And I ain't gon let you walk with me if you ain't crawl me
Ten chains on but I brought it all with me
Bail thunderstorm, pounds by the 50s
First foreign I had was a 650