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 this live
Loadin up pistols while high
45 nine, we smoking in nickels and dimes
My little nigga 12 said he it, yeah
Gave him a sherm stick and watched him he hit it
Soon as he lit it cause was finished, now cock the gat
mask and gloves, let's get to buisiness
But worry about Osama
Killed a nigga and get his family manana
Didn't get a coma nor a for the karma
an imaginary stripe so he can hold his head in honor
Zombie land a bunch of men walkin
Livin they oughta raise the price on coffins
Fucking make a killing but I ain't up in prison
Fully loaded clip my 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 around
Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around
They say 2012 the 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
Pops never gave a my mom crying
She can see it in my eyes, I lost my
Sneakin out the window with angel in my endo
Keys to her ignition new mission ya betta
Fire pits let to eject I miss
ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a bitch?
And I on my Odd Future tip
But a nigga intestines from his nose and tell his ass to shit
But worry about Osama
Blood and niggas lifetime of Jeffery Dhamers
Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your
Suicidal ain't fucking these young connivers, we rivals
Didn't learn to much in
But out I learned some shit, 36 a 28 grams a zip
Pot brownies and cookies
Cops'll pat me down but won't on my girls tooshi
Fuck they sent the lady cop they book me
All else fails packs tampon that pussy
Back to the set to about it and get it off
Lobster tails and butter sauce clothes still a boss
On a mothafuckin' spree
Probably be televised, bitch I want the to see
Now you fuckas heard of him
Sickest out I found out that blood's burgundy
But they 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 lord for sure
money, make money-money-money
Take money, money-money-money
money, steal money-money-money
Kill money, my