Luyện nghe bài hát Sets Go Up

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Never gonna stop to get it
(Two)
Never turn my on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck me
(Four)
I'ma never stop at the bitches

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Hey homie, you don't wanna get with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and to be thugs
Tellin' 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a did some shit back in the days with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' with the crack
You get the when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you pop yo' heat

Yeah, you I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna what I've been thinkin' up
You go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'Cuz I've been
'Cuz we see a and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya
I'll throw a fucked up with his revenues
I'ma you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

(One)
gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never my back on my city
(Three)
let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma stop hollerin' at the bitches

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the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're ghetto you know who and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, 'cuz my peeps
You pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you care and you handled your beef
Pissed off your hoe wanna come talk to me

To show me the little gift that she bought for me
I it back to when the big timers was pushin' the size
When wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's to be packed
And started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to drink Horse and shoot dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can you that

(One)
gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money with me
(Four)
never stop hollerin' at the bitches

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Now why you a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce with a out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a
Let me gas up, dick her and get ghost
Ain't for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to in here and lick toes
Good love G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz to tighten up and get low

I know you heard of, I'm doe
Let me check my pilot, I'm gettin' hoes
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin'
My up in the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a
and another five, you'll get some blow
You your block, pop and you get some more

(One)
Never gonna tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my on my city
(Three)
Never let the money with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at bitches

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