Luyện nghe bài hát Out There

Hey me a beer man
you go
Man that nigga been standing on the same spot
that shit about the last 4-5 days man
Wit the same clothes on, ain't even home yet

I even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling
That shit he had to be smoking or something
To up for 4-5 days

Naw, I he shot somebody man
For
That's the why he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know like you call been missing to man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his to

why the police been drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the up man, yeah
Yeah, we might need to gone 528-CASH
nigga ass and turn him on in

We need to man to make that little man
Get some mo or something
Yeah, we do that

Need to hurry up and gone, turn nigga ass in man make
This neighborhood a little bit safer man
A little bit
Atleast for us or somthing

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?

Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor man that's if I get caught man
me to the edge so it really ain't my fault man

See I gotta die man, you even try man
Enemies gone once, I let these bullets fly man
Momma gonna cry man, I like to get man
Niggas passing snortin' line after line man

I got's to get man, robbing was the crime man
That a did but I done serve my time man
Put all behind man, get out on the grind man
Slang some of this in the steets or my ride man

See I a fool man, fuck listen to you man
Why you in my And you knowin' we ain't cool man
Project a duck man, see I know waz up man
Get up off my dick like a slut man

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, hataz wigs
Stackin' me grip, playa can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz
me some grip, playa can ya dig?

Where I'm man, ain't no sunshine
Only shine on a ass if his ass don't get on the grind
Doin' time help a out to clear up my head
Use to have a shank and a that was by my bed

It was said I would end up working in the streets
But the streets is the only I see payin' me quarter key fuck
Servin' deals rockin' to the shake slangin' guns TV's
Man, I'm to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes house

Get her drunk, take her to the back, put in her mouth
Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the
the car up into the yard, cleaning out the hoe
You should that a burglary really ain't for me

I just got out the tryin' to get my feet
Get the cheese off the merchandise, a bought a deal
Nigga , please you say you steal I'ma keep it real

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' wigs
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?

Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that
And game splita I'm also a wig splita your ass
up by the 9 mila, your cap I drilla
When fucking with real nigga the chrome

Shall a punk quicker a bullet hit ya
I'm zoned of brown liquor you need
To get ya nose outta niggas biz spreadin' rumors
Like a motherfucking punk bitch, my is the bed
For a victim, hollow point hit them pull out my gun
hands, you get them up in the air

Ah, because you came to me in error, don't wanna ya
See you have manifest in I know these bullets
Will pop your shit off like a meleon, let's it up man
Fuck man who you tellin' it's the North Memphis crack
We sellin' you, pass me the potent is what they yellin'

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz
me some grip, playa can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?
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