Luyện nghe bài hát Raymond 1969

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