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 the G Wall
Inhale, exhale, the police

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

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

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

Is my set
Yes
Is my bet
Yes
Is my good?
Yes, yes, yes

Since you've been they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this life we
Niggaz start snitchin' they the Bullin'
'Til my niggaz start grippin' these and pull 'em

when these niggaz start switchin' turnin' Islamic and Muslim
'Cause they seein' my position is savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new is a Porsche
is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin' New York

Who niggaz paintin' the town red

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

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

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

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

Is my guns
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' that caine for a
Fiends goin brazy, hittin caine through the pipe
Niggaz that bang to the right, I'm just this is life

So we adore and
Cause this 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
Byrd
Who them gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now is these niggaz killas like 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