Luyện nghe bài hát Raymond 1969

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They say the gangsters back, kid got a heart
Straight out insomniac, let's get fucker live
Loadin up pistols gettin high
45 nine, we smoking in nickels and dimes
My little nigga 12 said he it, yeah
Gave him a sherm stick and him while he hit it
Soon as he lit it cause was finished, now back the gat
Little and gloves, let's get to buisiness
But they worry about
Killed a nigga and get his family manana
Didn't get a coma nor a for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe so he can hold his in honor
Zombie land a of dead men walkin
Livin abortion oughta raise the price on coffins
Fucking make a killing but I ain't up in prison
Fully loaded my brain up to the ceiling
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga all we know
Murder-murder, kill get your cap peeled
Fear around here, I smell death here
Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged here
They say the world gon end
it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers
1969 evolution of time
Ain't walking up in no shit I'm living a life of crime
never gave a chance my mom crying
She can see it in my eyes, I my mind
Sneakin out the window with angel dust in my
to her ignition new mission ya betta limbo
Fire pits let to eject I miss
Nigga ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a
And I on my Odd Future tip
But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose and his ass to shit
But they about Osama
Blood and niggas lifetime of Jeffery Dhamers
Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your
Suicidal ain't fucking with young connivers, we rivals
Didn't learn to in school
But out I learned some shit, 36 a 28 grams a zip
Pot brownies and white
Cops'll pat me down but won't on my girls tooshi
Fuck they sent the lady cop they book me
All fails balloon packs tampon that pussy
Back to the set to about it and get it off
Lobster and butter sauce same clothes still a boss
On a mothafuckin' robbing
Probably be televised, bitch I the world to see
Now you dumb fuckas of him
nigga out I found out that blood's burgundy
But worry about Osama
9/11 ain't seen this type of drama
Vietnam I'm sending copper galore
Bodies hit the floor god knows I'm playing lord for
Make money, make
money, take money-money-money
Make money, steal
money, my money-money-money