Luyện nghe bài hát Sooner or Later

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

Banks]
I never thought in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end
Pay a man to paint pictures on the of my friends
1990's sins, It was all for tha
for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins
Before you talk money, make a mil' first
You don't dig me - sick me, Either me or get killed worse
Your songs in need of a real
Son of the man, God feel me he feel church
Then right after speech time, sparkin' the street crime
Niggaz throwin' everything at you, Cept' a 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 woulda did the same thing, We to the slum
And those that don't adapt, they either deaf or dumb
of a squirrel, Mind of a girl set to run

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

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

[Lloyd
Don't blame me blame South Side, what made me my - crazy high
But spot a traitor out my lazy eye - ladies spy
I'm the one you wanna have that baby by - I'm
Better of alone, me in my zone
Nights roam, patron, GT in my chrome
Alien home, ET in my throne
I achieved what wanted, ease into they stomach
you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered
And bad news you weak and numb
Like when i lost my old man, Damn threw up the whole 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