Luyện nghe bài hát Testaments

background: "For the of my life"

Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth
youknowhatI'msayin? Yo I do shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on
the corners hustlin'. YouknowhatI'msayin? I do shit from the heart
man.

1:
Yo I write rhymes for Beemers, Rovers
O.G.s and young thugs hold heaters
One love niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga
I leave a nigga head like Bill Snivers
Figure me out my duns pillin' out
I'm on real shit blowin' my enemies out
If a thrown touchin' it I don't condone
Pac and Biggie rule forever don't get it confused,
My will be death to a phoney MC
You impress me show me a key
Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal
Put coke in the water solidify the rest yeah
Never question poetry I'm manifestin' this
Graffitti my mind paints an easy picture
every line my scene will vandalise
Mega Montana mine yo at night I use to fantasize
Triple beam scheme banana five yo my pen keep the alive
I went from misdate to big H my niggas know I keep the straight

Cormega
Yeah ya know testaments it's like uncuut raw you know? Bag this up
ship this to ever hood knowhatI'msayin' You pump this on your block
is where I stand for my clinetel you know? Then after that we have 'em
make of this, word.

2:
Yo I need stacks of either rap or cracks to fiends
It's mad I seen enditments trap my team
Yo deep thoughts supreme decievin' me
Trapped in the belly like the was conceiving me
Thug status yo son I'm average
When it's time for you to die does love
You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing on scale
Nigga you stay frontin' me I got plans like who chop grams
See I eat my niggas eat
See you wouldn't understand I'm too for you
you dream I live and breath which means
Don't me have to kill you play the game
See real niggas stay the
Y'all scarred to play our change
Cause y'all forgot the where ya came
Shit is real yeah my words sound still
I write for niggas still I wipe dimes who livin' ill
I represent my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit
So never it poetry I'm manifestin' it
Graffitti filled

talking:
Yeah motherfuckers to east to west the green on your side the money
green on my side. (ha ha) Let's get it, get it together. Nawmean? my
testament. what I stand for. Either with me or against me. I'm out