Luyện nghe bài hát Street Dreams II

Uh, suddenly I'm in the whip with the gat, full
Out the blue, a crip
Doin' 90 on the outta nowhere
My girl hit me on the bat
I could hear it in her voice, no she just wasn't
Then a I didn't recognize
Said "If you wanna see wife alive
a million in cash and she's gonna survive"
Look at the clock, black, it's 11:05
Hung up the phone, you know I put that shit in
Than I call my 6ix to tell him I'ma need his help
I'ma be outside in five get the gat under ya
I felt from the sweat from my palm on the steering wheel
I tried to it, man, I can't believe this shit is real
Heart on the 101
This shit here ain't no fun
and die by the gun
Get you
Yeah, I pull up to the crib, pick up 6ix, now we out this
Only thing that's on my mind is "Put fucker in a ditch"
As soon as I get there, boy I'm lightin' up ass
I'ma fill him with lead and they never finna count the
'Til I up at the dash and I realize I'm out of gas
So I at the station
Piss like
Tell my boy to fill up as I head to pay
Open the door and see a white guy at the counter Clay
Pull out the $50 and him to hurry
He slow, like he ain't got a worry in the world
And the attitude, I was actin' rude
up, if the person you love was kidnapped what would you do?
He saw my gat and my and froze
I told him I ain't want no
But he chose to for the shotty anyway
So I blew him
Just tryna get gas, now his brain blast, uh
thinkin' about what just happened, now it's in the past
Jump in the whip 0 to 60, we out fast
See red and blue flash, damn the cops is on my ass
Hear them sirens, lights in my rear view
shit like a movie in a theater near you
120 now, I feel like OJ (The cops are get us)
No they won't, everything'll be
left, swerve right
Now on my status like
Finna under the bridge, they won't spot me here at night
Slow it down, play it
Mama she ain't no fool
Sit breathe slow
(Holy shit) they go
Man they us
I don't know how but came around us
Fuck the police, no they never do us
In the back of my I know I gotta get the cash
It's in my stash
I wish I had path
Out the window I can hear the bullets
I had a mask
Make it to the crib, my only task
Adrenaline in my could take on anybody
Coming down to the wire, they my tire and then we flip

Freeze you
6ix on get up
I'm shot, I'm

I'm
Get the fuck on the
Aww
got me

Uh, he's slow, blood dripping from his torso
Will he ever get to see his son
What's the they gon' paint after he go?
Last he ever sung when the bullet hit his lung
Man I should've never called, he'd be alive if he ain't
All he to do was help save my wife
Wish I could've his life
I I can take it back
Now my best friend's life call fade to black
It ain't no turning back
Pulled out the gat and put a through the man
The blew in and out his back
Jump in the whip, no back
First time in the front seat of that and black
Side streets the city, ain't nobody fucking with me
Yeah you know I had to 'em all
"Motherfuck the law"
Next thing I saw was a block from my
about my shorty, she my rib
Pull up in the
No in sight but might just somehow pull 'em my way
the stash, get the cash
Now I'm back out so I put the Audi in and then I back out
Look at the addy in the text with my whereabouts
minutes later now I'm creeping in a warehouse
Lot of goons, lot of
Now I'm shooting for fun
I don't give a fuck they come from, I'm killing everyone
Finally make it to the back all alone pitch
a sound, what was that?
Think it came from over
Lights on, now I see my wife tied up to a chair
With a gun to her head and a man gripping her
All I did was stop and
He the gag out of her mouth and she started calling my name (Bobby!)
But didn't seem to be in pain, really up (Bobby!)
I felt like I was up
So I shot him quick in the and he hit the floor
I untied her I shot him four more times
Put a in his spine
Was he dead? see
Staring at the man, gun in his hand, it be (Bobby!)
The man who my wife (Bobby!) was me (Bobby!)

What?
Man get your ass up nigga, we at the
Say
Damn man, come on, up man, what's wrong with you?
Wake up, here, on
Wait, at the studio right now? We're here already?
Damn man since you started smoking weed you always late
Man the fuck up, Kev
Bob neck ass