Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary Chances

Rell fresh
How it feel to back where the my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass now
All my soldiers behind the G
Inhale, exhale, the police

I'm up early on the while the birds chirpin'
I had to turn my off too many birds chirpin'
Damn my homies sit in the bing
So for them, I my chain and piss in my ring

Yeah, shit on these 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last but I got hit at the board, nigga
Yeah, you spotted man, now you red man
You fuckin' wit Hell Rell, New York rider man

Now is these some killers like us?
No
They say the real, well they than us?
No, no, no

Is my set
Yes
Is my bet
Yes
Is my threat
Yes, yes, yes

Since you've been home they done ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this we enjoy
start snitchin' they Sammy the Bullin'
'Til my niggaz start grippin' hammers and pull 'em

That's when these start switchin' turnin' Islamic and Muslim
'Cause they seein' my position is straight savage and
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a
This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from New York

Who them niggaz paintin' the red

Banks stop and we lay bets
Byrd
Who them gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

Who them niggaz wit ya bitch nigga
Gang
Who them squeezin at bitch niggaz

Who them niggaz that get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd

Now do these niggaz be bangin' me?
No
They say G is they gangstas like me?
No, no, no

Is my good?
Yes
Is my good?
Yes
Do we run
Yes, yes, yes

My pistol game been since chicken lo mein and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin' caine for a price
goin brazy, hittin that caine through the pipe
Niggaz that bang to the right, I'm just sayin is life

So we adore and
Cause through this war we gon ride wit two 4's on our
Shit, man I'm it all
Cause for love and this money man, I just wanna ball

Who them niggaz the town red?

Banks and we lay down bets
Byrd
Who them niggaz that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch
Gang
Who niggaz squeezin' at bitch niggaz

Who them niggaz gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd

These niggaz want me to slow down and my speed
And bitches pokin' holes in the condom tryna get my seed
me alone lemme twist my weed
Two things I never a U.F.O. and a bitch I need

The Beamer on B.B.'s, niggaz tryin' to be me
You gangsta on the dawg, north signin' to P.C
niggaz washed up callin' it quits
It don't matter, to 6, they be all my dick

I slaughter the strip wit a a brick
I got Florida comin' to N.Y. for the dick
I only been home for a month but I'm fresh y'all
Up in this booth and still smellin' like the hall

Now is these niggaz more than me?
No
He hot but is he spittin' more fire than me?
No, no, no, no

Is my good?
Yes
Is my coke
Yes
Am I so
Yes, yes, yes, yes

Now is these some killas like us
No
They say the real, they realer than us
No, no, no

Is my set
Yes
Is my bet
Yes
Is my threat
Yes, yes, yes