Luyện nghe bài hát Out There

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

I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or
That shit he had to be or snortin' something
To up for them 4-5

Naw, I heard he 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 his money to

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

We need to man to that little change man
Get some mo beers or
Yeah, we do that

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

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

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

See I gotta die man, you even try man
gone bleed once, I let these bullets fly man
Momma gonna cry man, I to get high man
Niggas passing plates line after line man

I to get mine man, robbing was the crime man
That a nigga did but I done serve my man
Put that all behind man, get out on the man
Slang some of this dope in the or my ride man

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

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 of chips
for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me grip, playa can ya dig?

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

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

Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her
Leave the front door unlocked, my nig the radio
Pull the car up the yard, cleaning out the hoe
You should know that a burglary really for me

I just got out the tentary tryin' to get my
Get the cheese off the merchandise, went a bought a
Nigga , please you say you don't steal I'ma it real

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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, full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?
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