Luyện nghe bài hát SW4

Nah, we the same, hmm
You got that ho on retainer, I don't do no
I'll never be famous, I go everywhere my banger
You'll everything to a stranger, let me guess, you a gangster
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers, I'm just of my

If she me like she say she love me we gon' be alright
I still call and check up on her just to see if she
Never home, I'm living wrong, I know I need to her right
She just picked me up from a flight, I take off, I leave tonight

I'm living fast, two twenty-five on the
I'm really getting to a bag, these niggas livin' in the
Let's talk facts, I'm the one them racks
I'm the one that'll pull up on you all by myself that MAC
I'm the one niggas pull up on and I tell 'em pull around the
Pull it out the back, pop it out the vac
Know I'm probably tax
If you know I got it on me, out for the police, I think you a rat
Just a loss, I think about eighty racks
All I can think 'bout is it back
If this plug just keep it coming, fuck it we gon' be
I done ran a check up on 'em but I still squeeze on sight
Whippin' on me when I'm wrong but yeah they still read my writes

I'm the one with the rounds on the twelve gauge
singing, let it serenade
I got everything but a grenade
I was really gon' blow, I was like makin' pipe bombs
Now I got a little sense but I'll still shoot like a Nikon
place at the wrong time, but you niggas fuckin' with the right one
They call Craig Petties notorious, but where I'm he's an icon
Being broke never no fun
Back when they ain't a GoFundMe
I was moteling a snow bunny
Paying all our bills with my dope
is, I been broke before, broke and poor, I ain't even gon' front
I brought steak for dinner but all my want is cinnamon toast crunch
I keep the rifle like I go hunt, I the paper like a whole bunch
I say life is sorta like a seat, you come pulling shit, I'm gon' dump
Hope you got insurance, big time
Poppin' like the brick guy
'til they pop your ass and your mama can't to bury you without a fish fry
No rest, I can loosen up, something like a ziptie
Got incendiaries in thirty round, I'll hop out on you and spit fire

That's overkill, I'm in like it's overtime, I don't get tired
You a ho for real, and a pussy, that's why you be dick ridin'
We might've fell out but I switched sides
And I never let shit
Fuck your baby mama the kid nap
Doin' drive-bys out the ride
Selling mid out a rental from
They ain't have bigger than a midsize
That's the between hitters and sendouts
tell me lil nigga, I been about it
Seventy-five drum with me now
Ten pounds in the
I just opened one and the loud
I just sold for like ten thousand
Me and bro break these other six down
Yeah we gon' be
I just need a light, brothers for life

If she love me like she say she me we gon' be alright
I still call and check up on her just to see if she
Never home, I'm living wrong, I know I to treat her right
She just picked me up from a flight, I take back off, I tonight