Luyện nghe bài hát Still Me

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Straight the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects
To in a four door Bentley on my set.
Same hood, same steps
I sat on and the plastic off of "Life After Death"
Bangin, boning Biggie i did a 360
The Aftermath for is the nigga 50 aint wit me.
No hard feelings, we both made
You can hate me or love me but I spit real shit,
I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick
Before "Detox", let me take my last hit.
Now I am gangsta rap inhale the weed
And coughed up platinum plaques
So Ima let the Dr. Dre hit
Next time I have dreams of an R&B bitch (dreams of fuckin an R&B bitch)
I make love, I make hits.
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in Hip Hop shit.

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Feels

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

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