Luyện nghe bài hát Snap

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And I'm to the drama, yes that karma
Double back and slap me armour
Troubled ...
And a act extractin at y'all
Give me a reason why this season is ceasin a sin season of
I grim and the speeds of our fans feelin us
around me downs me and it astounds me profoundly
Whether they hound me or me tryna keep my mind calm
I keep six soundly me all through my town and your county
But i hit that ground i found i'm a walkin time bomb
I feel like a fuckin maniac, in public a flip the zaniac
love it nigga this ain't actin
When i'm full of money nigga this happenin
your dream boat sails away you just sob did a regular job and start to rob
Went crazy when losin your lady your heart so,
I'ma keep it with my 30 thousand dollar chain
And use it as bait for niggas who hate and wanna resurrect
Out of a sick nigga, with a short end of a stick stick niggas
Cap peela, you don't want me to be that when I snap,

One, two, comin for you
Three, four, Tecca's at your
Five, six, got and clips
Seven, eight, they seld faith
One, two, comin for you
Three, four, Tecca's at your
Five, six, got and clips
Seven, eight, they your faith

Assassin]
Fuck you i hate you, you fake you way cool
Mistakes you gon make you gon pay your face too
In spray you lay you on pavement and shake you
From bullets that break you and take you to
You know i'm gon get cash, i know that you trash
Collide with you quick crash, i box with you fast
I'm not what you that, i won't get the clips back
I don't to grab the gun and pow
Like Tecca Nina my go (chyo)
GP through, nigga what you gon do
When i come into the room, gun at you
boom, you don't wanna see right to the tomb
When i come in with a crew, let's play them too
Liquid Assassin, i'ma for mine
Bitch ass nigga, i'ma die for
grab the heat and i'ma pack the iron
One two to your chest and one to your
nobody get best of me
I put you through pain than pregnancy
I don't really give a damn, what sexy
Can't you (???)
You don't want me to even cut the bro
a toilet vauilt i'ma drop the shit load
Slide to pad and i'm creepin tip-toe
(???) let the go!

C]
These boys are sick, boys are foul
On a lay face down, ask me how
If you piss me off homie, then it's fuckin over
my trigger finger switchin and i'm far from sober
I ain't gon stop, it just in me
Even if the is right where they'll send me
I'll slide right in, hollow in my clip
I'm let them out, unless you give me my shit
Stressin with my Wesson, i'm gon you a lesson
When I come and ride, you consider it a blessing
Suck my dick, bitch, cause I hate you a motherfucker
At your front door, 'bout to make your mother
Phone cords and ropes, pistols and
The world wants us like the way in them cages
We came in, we conquered, we got we wanted
Years from now they'll say that your is haunted