Luyện nghe bài hát Nosetalgia

20 plus years of selling & Johnson
I started out as a baby face
No wonder there's rash on my conscience
My ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, my dinner date
Then crack the in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was in the school zone
Two on me, Starter jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting with his jewels on
do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago tried to fight the urge Ivan Drago
If he he dies, like Doughboy to Tre
If he he rides, Throwing punches in the room
If he cries he cries, we drink away the pain
a nigga die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your
We playing on a higher game of
Once you delegate his who's gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the
Started on the scale digital, my only
Nigga, this is timeless, simply it's honest
as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus
Nigga this is says, Simon red
Blood on diamonds til you dying, dead, yah!

You better change what comes out your

You wanna see a dead
Instrumentals from my mama's party
Troubles on my mind, I smell crime
My little crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Genesis
that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the and start feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did
This was different, geez, please help me relax
Quantum physics never show you the world I was in
I was ten
Back when nine ounces got you ten
And times out of ten niggas don't pay attention
And when there's tension in the air come with extensions
My dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half
Took a L, selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusing his to treat his nose
buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day get you right with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine then your name be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather
Drop some ice in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He "son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then show me how it all sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, verse is a brick
Your son dope,
Now reap you sowed, nigga
Please reap what you sowed,
I was in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that was smoking is my profession
get it

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