Luyện nghe bài hát Same Shit, Different Day

Intro: Young
Gunnaz, you hear mothafuckin knock nigga
G.I.F.I.
Rocafella you know

[Verse 1: Young
Said it's a day out
And I'm tryna what to drizzive
Could do the wagons or the new six fizzives
is they seen high
I go beam mine
the 2-5th's for this I put up my nin-nine
Plus it's more and the system be knockin
The be watchin
So niggaz be plottin
It often
can't stand a Youngin flossin
Until you off em, have they peoples viewin the
I pulls up, put it in park, make my tops up
Fix my Roca, while I'm lacin my S up
'Fore I can a step
These niggaz is back
I get the em, drop my hand and they foldin
stop , trunk full of cash, Young holdin
Ki's so whatever while you Youngins is something
Black Nextel, Sprint phone, Motorollin
Why you think the chickens be
We got 'em

[Chorus 2x: Young
You hear mothafuckin knock nigga (uhn)
J.L.'s to pop nigga (uhn)
Either Roc or Prop nigga (uhn)
on whites or S Dot's nigga (uhn)

[Verse 2: Young
up early, kiss my daughter, hop outta bizzed
Gang steady callin, tell 'em I'mma get there
Pick my layout, of boxers, alot of shit here
The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , sure my kicks there
Just day in the gutter, go see my brother
Baby mother fussin and cussin, I'm fuck her
A bunch of other on my mind, deep in my grind
Its more than weed on my mind, read through the lines
Get 'em and use em
So we confuse 'em how we em
Ya homies on my niggaz is make it a two-some
Hit 'em and lose em, niggaz is to these bitches
I know how we do em, why I'm married to my riches
Nice day out, through, clearin the way out
Two new hollerin soon as they skate out
Fit the collar big just lettin eight out
to lay a nigga straight out
Try it

[Verse 3: Young
how I do it whenever I do I'm reppin
Keep a weapon I'm suggestin he keep it
P.T. 1-4-5 give me necklace
As I expected, you necked go think a
Get In You Fit In, CEO of that record
Pumpin me, bumpin me playas know they respect it
Ladies it, the streets ready as they except it
And you mothafuckas how to flex it uh bet it uh

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Mothafuckas better run, just got me one
That high point'll you, you better get you another gun
Fresh out the box it
Pop fly ya ass'll get mopped it
I pop outta that's dark tinted
Round the way all day that's how I'm rollin
no victims, no modems
Just a of them cold ones
Talking shit I owe em
Till 6-4 blow em

You that mothafuckin knock nigga