Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum

Bout time, opened up the do' for Z-Ro
Cause I've been hits, since ten years ago
Trying to do it legal, and not slang
If I get it legal, to the corner I go
I never took pride, in slanging
Never could get a job, but needed some mo'
C.d.'s wasn't selling, because I had no
Nothing but a t-shirt, no no chain
Too many times, I was to give up
Run up in a bank, and say this is a
Put my pain on records, and record sales up
The tears I done shed, led me to the big
2000 and 4, I broke no mo'
Cause God is my life jacket, when I solo
I went to a hundred thousand, a whole fo'
So all you hate me, as I make a little mo'

I'm going platinum time, (this time-this time)
I think you fellas, respect my mind (mind-mind)
I'm here to collect my pennies, my nickels and my dimes (my dimes)
And nobody gonna block out my shine (shine-shine)

They got me living in a '56, L
My locker of commsary, and my fan mail
My city Z-Ro, what you gon do when you get out of jail
I do no mo' pyrexes, no mo' scales
Trying to make a million dollas, off my
Couldn't see it coming, so I a state-jail felony
F-1 bunk twelve, there the stars
thanks to love, cause "I Hate U Bitch" climbed me to the top of the charts
Being free, is being on lock
Niggaz still kick it ya, but try to get some of what ya got
I never seen, so many feminine men
Swear to God they holding in the world, but nobody seeing dividends
That the life of me, I had to get it
Might not be rich in the present, but be rich in a minute
Cause I got three 'causeos sitting up high, rolling
Screaming A.B.N. get in the do', for Ro

Jealousy and envy, play a major
a playa, try to get his pockets swoll
Somebody I did this, and said I did that
told homicide, I pushed the homie's wig back
They don't wanna see, a nigga it out of poverty
When will realize, God is running with me ain't no stopping me
Probably will, so keep on trying
You can clip my wings, but I see in the sky so I'ma keep on flying
I find, a rested place
So many scars, blood on my chest and face
Whether I'm working or 24/7, me and Satan be scrapping
He my soul, but I ain't gon let it happen
Even if I lose my life, to chase my dream
Whoever do me, gon have when they face my team
I got them same three holding me down, if I ain't coming back
Bet they bury me with g-stacks, plus a plack

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