Luyện nghe bài hát One Forty

No more wine for me, no more of weed
'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my can reach
The level of the game we die to see
I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya is free
See I'm a breed, a country-fried emcee
I to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, there's mouths to feed
And there's bills to pay, somethin' gotta way

The way I feel today, I could care
my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess
I don't bother to shave, I around bare chest
like a candy face, like I'm a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five
Showin' off my pecs, triceps and
I'm all for the cause, to die next
I'm all for the cause, to die next

We don't even talk about it we it, we live it
(How you tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody me how to live my life)
And if you you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you tell me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody me how to live my life)

life? It's mine
It's yours? It's
That's right it's
That's yours mine
This life? mine
yours? It's mine
That's it's mine
That's this mine

Now ah, I was a, young man
There was a couple of poppa put in my head
Never sit down ya need to stand
Never drink down all ya dreams and
Poppa, what's inside ya glass?
do as I do boy, do as I ask
See do it if ya gon' do it that fast
And do it if ya gon' do it half-assed

Well, then I been an over-achiever
and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers
And I'm broke, so I guess I choke on my finger
'Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a
A schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpoenas petty
"Boy you ain't worth" like student teacher

We don't even talk it we live it, we live it
(How you gon' me how to live my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to my life)
And if you think you can take it us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon' tell me how to my life?)
(Can't tell me how to live my life)

life? It's mine
It's It's mine
That's right mine
yours this mine
This life? It's
It's It's mine
That's it's mine
That's this mine

Same jeans in the spring I strut in the fall
No comb, no fade, no at all
give a finger for the haters and one for the law
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots a little for y'all
Get a dutch, jump the gultch, stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherfucker, in the call
Hit the liquor sto', mo', fifth and I pause
Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and
Hell naw then broads at the

Big pimpin' on a budget, tryna make it the
Thank the Lord, for livin', makin' the most
'Scuse me, anybody got I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a tryna get to the mall
Wanna buy me some ice too, it and fall
Ops silly me, big nuts and they
Didn't see shit comin' like a truck in the fall

We don't talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon' tell me how to my life?)
(Can't nobody me how to live my life)
And if you think you can it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon' tell me how to my life?)
(Can't nobody tell me how to my life)

This life? It's
It's yours? mine
That's right it's
That's yours mine
This life? It's
yours? It's mine
That's right it's
That's yours this

Lemme ya say
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my
It's that B, gotta make that choice
all on you
Lemme ya say
hear ya say
Lemme ya say