Luyện nghe bài hát Rough Soul

Had to go to LA for the
Had to vibe out, Just caught a to the hideout
Real talk slick to ya
Told ya your girlfriend, tell her bring her friends too
Tell me Hollywood weird
You don't really like it but you gotta the biz
Yeah met ya June
By next June we were all in and wanna fuck now
Fell in at the wrong time
Spent a night at my high
Or hit me on my hotline
me you miss my homies and your mama cry
Late night you're my boo thing,
Your mercedes the blue thing, yeah
All praise to the most high
off in the Hills (?)

Girl you're now
And oh
Don't me, don't call me no more
Girl gone now
And oh
Don't call me, call me no more

Went back to the
Had to tell the niggas what I did in hometown
Everybody know we probably woulda made it
But there you go, tripping never hit me back
Real nigga back to the pimping
Started getting groovy with the I was hitting
Got a gold and a nose ring
And a new watch, no but I always do time, yeah
boy with a black fade, yeah
Got mad when you did
You was and you did dirt too
We was but you never hear my phone boom
up and I feel good shit
Roll palm trees and I a hit for ya
Billboards around the city your face on it
But ain't never really know bout what you been through
Stay dancing where the hoes at,
Why homies gotta go down, huh?
I trip when I see you I would dance at a show back in Feb
You trip but we don't much
Girl you got me up
Real nigga gotta get it he fucked up
Fake niggas a new man
a little side joint
Always been a side
Alright

you're gone now
And oh
Don't call me, don't call me no
Girl you're now
And oh
call me, don't call me no more

Girl gone now
And oh
Don't me, don't call me no more
Girl gone now
And oh
Don't me, don't call me no more