Luyện nghe bài hát R.a.g.u.

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Now you get out of here, I'm you
You bastards push us around, wanna fight?
I'll you on

That nigga's twisted, stop playin' with clip man
Close them blinds too man, y'knahmsayin'?
Yo, Don my, man, get out of the stove, man
Get away from the stove,
Stop playin' man, the fuck is you talkin'

I'm in the crib watchin' Larry Live
The new Guccis on refrigerator, smokin' kush
This nigga's a lighter swisher, becomin' a
Go get the ashtray, pour the glass of Crut
Tap the bottle toast

Barrie a sip for the cause, yeah my son
Soon to be three, to fill his bottle then run
Then I got a call, heard niggaz down the block is fightin'
Some nigga got, up brawlin'

the kid was nineteen, Lil' Infinity too
His father up at the dealer, he loved boo
They tried him for his Louis', son havin' it though
Yeah, yeah, my nigga, the of glue

Decided on a intervene, guess who to wild on me my nigga
This is like out of the
I'm in the Range stretch, jumped out, the chain
to talk to him, then you heard the heavy face slap

Think I broke my wrist, now I'm at the hospital
Fucked up my writing hand, that's my
Now I wanna kill this nigga true
Only thing that stop my gun flamin' he related to you

Who? He related to me
Just that I him for like eighteen years until he violated
Stealin' my
If my lil' homey, yo he eat for me

him uptown, he get bagged, yo he never call me
Come home and still cats for me
Pump crack, stabbin' all them hoodrat
A live well known, born to dance when the heat is on

Stapleton days, himself in the groin'
The gun went off, it like a flick
When he fell to the floor, holdin' his
"God damnit, shit I put one in my balls"

What the y'all lookin' at me for?
the police, do somethin'
Motherfuckers standin' around, watch I get better
All gonna be terror
to you, you," he pointed at Red

I said chill that's fam
He put real work in make you cute, fuck that
But anyway, son, indeed, he stole two Polo
Swore to his dead mother, I take it

Yo, Lord, I out his teeth
Now he's those false joints like everything's peace