Luyện nghe bài hát R.a.g.u.

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Now you get out of here, I'm you
You can't push us around, wanna fight?
take you on

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

I'm in the watchin' Larry King Live
The new Guccis on refrigerator, some kush
This nigga's a lighter swisher, a roach
Go get the glass ashtray, pour the glass of
Tap the bottle then

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

Heard the kid was nineteen, Lil' too
His father worked up at the dealer, he boo
They tried him for his Louis', son wasn't havin' it
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
Proceeded to talk to him, then you heard the face slap

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

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

Send him uptown, he get bagged, yo he call me
Come and still blow cats for me
Pump crack, all them hoodrat shorties
A live gunslinger well known, to dance when the heat is on

Stapleton days, shoot in the groin'
The gun went off, it like a flick
When he fell to the floor, his nuts
"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 hell's be terror
Death to you, you," he at Red

I said chill that's fam
He put real work in that make you cute, fuck
But anyway, son, indeed, he stole two Polo
Swore to his dead mother, I couldn't it

Yo, Lord, I knocked out his
Now rockin' those false joints like everything's peace