Luyện nghe bài hát Testaments

background: "For the of my life"

Yo a man got nothing to die for ain't worth living
Yo I do this shit for niggas in jail cells, niggas on
the corners hustlin'. I do this shit from the heart
man.

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

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

2:
Yo I stacks of green either rap or cracks to fiends
It's mad trife I enditments trap my team
Yo thoughts supreme courts decievin' me
Trapped in the belly the beast was conceiving me
Thug yo son I'm above average
When it's for you to die does love matter?
You ain't sharing nothing payin' that and on bail weighing nothing on
Nigga you stay frontin' me I got like niggas who chop grams
See I eat my niggas eat
See you understand I'm too real for you
you dream I live and breath which means
Don't make me have to kill you the game
See real niggas stay the
Y'all niggas scarred to play our
Cause forgot the streets where ya came
Shit is yeah my words sound forbidden still
I write lines for still I wipe dimes who livin' ill
I represent my minds and I my third eye a extra clip yet to spit
So questioned it poetry I'm manifestin' it
Graffitti testament

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