Luyện nghe bài hát Sooner or Later

I know sooner (sooner)
Or (or later)
I'm going to my maker

[Lloyd
I never that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end
Pay a man to paint on the wall of my friends
sins, It was all for tha ends
Ends for tha rims, for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins
you talk bout money, make a mil' first
You don't dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get worse
Your in need of a real verse
Son of the man, God me like he feel church
Then right after time, it's sparkin' the street crime
Niggaz throwin' at you, Cept' a peace sign
by the gun, Die by the gun
Till' my time come, Im'a spend time son
I could just see them sad, When they you of them
Them did the same thing, We confined to the slum
And those don't adapt, they either blind deaf or dumb
Spine of a squirrel, Mind of a set to run

[Chorus: Banks + Female Sample]
Why run nigga, gon cost
Its gon come nigga but till' the day it
Im'a hold my shit down, it in blood
get no love

Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, sweater
Half a billy a five, 2 in da ride
They him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo
Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets
Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', dot tech ill
They out wit uzi's and wheels yo
Steak'll meetings, beefin' too much dough - the legion
Bat in my hand - the sweet
Losin' money fellas, we won't have that, better that
or don't come back, or get at
Me and my in tha kitchen
One sucking dick - I paid to have and sent to the Brinxton
Dogs eatin' calamari, in a larrari's jar
broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly's god
Get wit the or get wit the mob
From Shalom to queens, we wild wit the

[Lloyd
Don't blame me blame South Side, That's made me my - crazy high
But I'll spot a traitor out my eye - ladies spy
I'm the one you wanna have baby by - Maybe I'm
Better of alone, Keeps me in my
Nights roam, patron, GT in my chrome
Alien phone home, ET in my
I achieved what they wanted, ease they stomach
When you broke slow, but ya weeks are numbered
And bad news you weak and numb
Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the weekend son
I shoulda listened, friends foe
The toast so the fo' fo' make a nigga run like Ocho - Cinco on my mink hoe
I'm the