Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary Chances

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

I'm up early on the strip while the chirpin'
I had to turn my ohone off too many chirpin'
Damn my homies gotta sit in the
So for them, I flood my chain and in my ring

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

Now is these niggaz some killers us?
No
They say the real, well they realer 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
Niggaz start snitchin' they the Bullin'
my niggaz start grippin' these hammers and pull 'em

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

Who them paintin' the town 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 niggaz squeezin at bitch

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

Now do these be bangin' like 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 been tight since chicken lo mein and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin' caine for a price
Fiends goin brazy, hittin that caine through the
Niggaz bang to the right, I'm just sayin this is life

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

Who them paintin' the town red?

Banks stop and we lay down
Gang
Who them niggaz that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

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

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

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

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

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

Now is these niggaz liver 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 niggaz 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 good?
Yes, yes, yes