Luyện nghe bài hát Snap

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And I'm back to the drama, yes that
Double back and slap me without
Troubled ...
And a loveable act at y'all
Give me a reason why this season is a sin season of grievin
I grim greed and the speeds of our fans us
Everybody around me downs me and it me profoundly
Whether they hound me or clown me tryna my mind calm
I keep six soundly around me all through my and your county
But i hit that ground cause i i'm a walkin time bomb
I feel like a fuckin maniac, in when a flip the zaniac
They love it nigga ain't actin
i'm full of money nigga this ain't happenin
When your dream boat sails you just sob did a regular job and start to rob
Went crazy losin your lady your heart harden so,
I'ma keep it insane with my 30 thousand dollar
And use it as bait for niggas who hate and wanna samhein
Out of a sick nigga, with a short end of a stick i'ma stick
Cap peela, you want me to be that when I snap, nigga

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

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

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