Luyện nghe bài hát Still Me

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Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the
To park in a door Bentley on my set.
Same hood, same steps
I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life Death"
Bangin, Biggie Biggie i did a 360
The Aftermath for that is the 50 aint wit me.
No hard feelings, we both made
You can hate me or love me but I spit real shit,
like I'm comatose, the Doc I'm sick
Before "Detox", let me take my last hit.
Now I am gangsta rap the weed smoke
And coughed up five platinum
So Ima let the Dr. Dre hit
time I have dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch (dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch)
I don't love, I make hits.
I put a on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit.

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Feels

2:]
Im six figure nigga
Who got the word KRS-ONE
and stole the Blueprint Jigga
Niggas yellin did this, Game did that
aint do shit but bring the motherfuckin West Coast back
I hear the whisperin on in the hood.
I sent a motherfuckin Hallmark card to
That know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death
I'm dead
I put the .38 to my own fuckin head
before I let the eat my conscience.
Aint a in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton.
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC the terrorist bombers.
tell my mama I'm crazy.
Pop was a Rolling Stone so makes me a crack baby.
I'm in three times a week
I'm a motherfuckin feen for a Dr. Dre beat.

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