Luyện nghe bài hát Sets Go Up

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

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

Yeah, you know I'm from the but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get homie
You wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go 'head on and find you another to chill
'Cuz been drinkin'
'Cuz we see a light and everything great
It's like everybody is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things I'ma do

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

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

To show me the little gift that she done for me
I take it back to when the big was pushin' the size
niggaz wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and used 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 and I can promise you that

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

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

I you heard of, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm 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 five, we get a show
Fifteen and five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' block, pop and you get some more

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

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