Luyện nghe bài hát Sets Go Up

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

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Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar us
Fuckin' you would give me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and to be thugs
Tellin' stories 'bout 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 gettin' 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 I'm from the 'Nolia but you do not know me
Quit a nigga down 'fore you get shot homie
You don't wanna know I've been thinkin' up
You go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'Cuz I've drinkin'
'Cuz we see a light and ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya
I'll a nigga fucked up with his revenues
tell you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

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

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From the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we it big
If you're 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
you talkin' to this and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you like you took and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cuz your hoe wanna come to me

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

(One)
gonna 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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Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let bitch go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six
Let her wil' out and it off a disco
Let me gas up, her down and get ghost
trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick
Good girls G's, that's how the shit go
why niggaz need to tighten up and get low

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

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

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