Luyện nghe bài hát Sooner or Later

I that sooner (sooner)
Or (or later)
I'm to meet my maker

Banks]
I thought that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end
Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my
1990's sins, It was all for tha
Ends for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, for tha skins
Before you talk bout money, a mil' first
You don't dig me - me, Either kill me or get killed worse
songs in need of a real verse
Son of the man, God feel me he feel church
Then after speech time, it's sparkin' the street crime
throwin' everything at you, Cept' a peace sign
by the gun, Die by the gun
Till' my time come, Im'a spend witcha son
I could see them sad, When they remind you of them
Them did the same thing, We confined to the slum
And those that don't adapt, they either blind deaf or
Spine of a squirrel, Mind of a set to run

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

Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, sweater
Half a billy a five, 2 macs in da
They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by in the rich homo
Made me 3 mil in a month, mumped
Ferrari by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill
dumb out wit uzi's and wheels yo
Steak'll take meetings, too much dough - the legion
Bat in my - the sweet eastern
Losin' money fellas, we won't that, better grab that
or come back, or get clap at
Me and my bitches in tha
One sucking dick - I paid to shot and sent to the Brinxton
eatin' calamari, coke in a larrari's jar
Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the god
Get wit the or get wit the mob
Shalom to queens, we wild wit the beams

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