Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Of A Coke Dealer

[Andre
You say you it all
You say the law
And everything you saw, you it from the raw
You gon' be like the in sky
And for a sec I was to ask why
But we was
It's 83' with a street
And young cats is up and gettin' street teams
And motherfuckers that me and want me to die
Man can see that I'm broke in my eye
I need to do it, I need to talk to Twinky, he'd probably front me
He made 20 g's, outta nothin'
And Pee Wee bought a 69'
That niggaz mackin bitches money
shit ain't funny
'cause I'm a go get her and makin thangs
It's like a pain killer, but it's realer
And in my callin' I see the scrilla
Playboy just said dealer, man I'ma try

We had a date, in 1988
And from your sad face, you said you a case
But that the money was pilin' up, business was doin good
You movin' on the hood
Got you a house no doubt in
For $700 ounce you drop straight yayo
be talkin bad, sometimes I be gettin' mad
I gotta gun, yo my mother said don't call
And like paper I was apart
Because you know that my is my heart
I feel ashamed, 'cause im'a blast first up in the
It ain't a mystery to me, money at range
'cause these bitches be shit
I by the crucifix
Because of my pathways, party my day
Praise to the double
I've so much pot
I don't if I like it or not
I got beef wit the brothers
started hearin' my name up in the game
And told the
Yeah so here we go and round
The don't make a sound
they come uptown, nigga we cut em' down
And the mind state for all those niggaz
Rats bitin' cheese all those squeelers
Till the devil come and get us yeah they all feel us
Don't make it for coke dealers

life..

Ok 92', now what you gonna do?
I heard you killed a guard, in ya squad
He said Nicky man you know the theory
I can't let the competition me
I em' dearly
I'm so out of control in my
by the sword and die by the knife
My mother called to give her
The police picked up the phone started to
And said he's under
I felt pain in my from a thousand whips
Man, I wish I had never to bag a zip
You have seen they face when I payed my bail
It was the look of the devil thats gon' me to hell
I a call and I got a pot
'cause it comes to this lawyer
He wants the money man ain't no disguise
And these bitches with cold hearts
Man they be they friends
That I'm a em' a gang of ends and then
My misery is
And I could hear the old coke dealers at the cemetary
I'm in the fast lane no brakes
And it comes to this money
I need a bakery to cook these
Man I'm to hell
Or I'm a die in
Or these bullets rain
And I'm gonna get
Cut cut cut me Nicky
It make me wanna
The lost of a coke dealer