Luyện nghe bài hát Street Cred

My is Gucci Mane Laflare and I don't really care.
I'm headed to the top I can meet you there.
6 flags imma ride what I wanna ride.
I heard the mix ma name up in a homicide.
They say I'm crazy guess I get that ma momma's side.
Sometimes I feel sad like the day wen my grand mama died
These niggers hate on me so bad but I question why
Probably cause they can't a seat to me in the sky.
But if you a black eye, I gladly oblige
You niggas mo pussy than lil kim and Nicki
And if u wanna come and scrape me come on and try
Today I'm not in ma best mood, around and you die
HUH !

(Chorus)
I got Cred, Yea
I got don't caarree
I dare ya, I double ya (unknown) (x2)

I got Cred, Yea
I got beef caarree
I dare ya, I double ya (unknown) (x2)

This track is my canvas im gon paint paint on it
A bullet with your on it, do you want it?
I neva run from confrontations, I run to the
Tonight's, the night you get Kimbo sliced you f***ing right
mean so icy boys don't tote them chopper toys
All in north Georgia slanging bails like gotti boys
All in south florida, water, even Illinos
Sucker neva bust a grape, so kill the fuckin noise
I be in queens New York, there I got
When I touchdown in NY, I dare you niggers fuck me
I know you wish I would go to jail, but you with me
AR 15 hit your homie, and he die

(Chorus)
I got cred, yea
I got beef care
I ya, I double ya (unknown) (x2)

I got Cred, Yea
I got beef don't
I dare ya, I dare ya (unknown) (x2)

Im down to ride at
I I'm too full of pride, I told big getts???, I guess I get that from my daddy side
I'm getting confused I feel like the day my grand daddy
Never thought I'd be a target, of the FBI
When they threw me in the cell, I said what the
ma momma its gon be on, soon as I get out of jail
My brother came to see me, and I told him I hope all is
And my little precious niece and tell her that her uncle lives
See I do not play, get that from my Trey
I to joog, I guess I... get that from my cousin Sug
Love to drink I like to smoke, get that my uncle cody
And like my big uncle go, you try me I might cut throat
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(Chorus)
I got cred, yea
I got beef care
I dare ya, I ya (unknown) (x2)
I got Cred, Yea
I got beef don't
I ya, I double dare ya (unknown) (x2)
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