Luyện nghe bài hát Sets Go Up

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

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Hey homie, you don't wanna get familiar us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be
Tellin' stories 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 gettin' paid with the crack
You get the fuck when you hear shots and it's not yo'
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 down 'fore you get shot homie
You wanna know what I've been thinkin' up
You better go on and find you another spot to chill
I've been drinkin'
'Cuz we see a light and ain't great
It's everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin' things never do

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

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

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

(One)
Never 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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Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let that go
Let her bounce with a gangsta out six
Let her wil' out and flick it off a
Let me gas up, dick her down and get
trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz to tighten up and get low

I know you of, I'm gettin' doe
Let me check my 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
and another five, you'll get some blow
You hustlin' block, pop and you get some more

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

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