Luyện nghe bài hát Sets Go Up

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

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Hey homie, you wanna get familiar with us
Fuckin' over you would give me and my niggaz a
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be
Tellin' stories 'bout your life when was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the days with the
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 hit you, you better pop yo' heat

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

(One)
Never gonna stop to get it
(Two)
turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money 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 you're ghetto you who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see rep that, 'cuz these my peeps
You pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to this and that and showin' your teeth
Walkin' 'round you you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cuz your hoe wanna talk to me

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

(One)
Never gonna tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my on my city
(Three)
let the money fuck with me
(Four)
I'ma never 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 it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her and get ghost
trickin' for the vagina, I like to get throat
Yo' stupid ass to stay in here and lick toes
Good girls love G's, how the shit go
That's why 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
by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some
You hustlin' your block, pop and you get some

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

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