Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why I Carry

Man all motherfuckin' niggas out here man
Every I try to go somewhere I got plex form these
Sorry punk no good hatin'
My nigga you done pushed the button
I never ran this hot
Now you the number one
I wanna the piss out
And not a threat bet that
I ain't let that shit slide
Gotta get that bitch
Want him dead by
I followed him the crib to the crack spot
I him go in and come back out
I got to pull the mack out
him by the theater of 610
Unloaded the pistol now is now what his dick's in
Shit I a slab get stripped
The discs seats and sound
And candy paint burnt to a
These niggas gettin' on
For the '84's that they on
jackers in the dark waited on
The fool comin' out the shack
Pistol to his back 4 ounces of crack
And a fat sack
That's why I pack my
That's why I pray 'cause where I
I got to carry my gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna shit every way
That's why I my motherfuckin' gun every single day
The is crowdin' all my space
'Bout to pop this mothefucker he standin' in my place
He sellin' on my
jackin' my boys
comin' on our side
Goin' and talkin' noise
Now I occupy my time hustlin' and paid
He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the boys for they
Gettin' em for they 'burban
jumpin' out of hoo doos
Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of blues
Talkin' bout it up smooth
Baby boy it's some goin' on in P-A
Mostly over stanky and who
sold the ya niggas
Stuntin' pullin' pistols endin' up in the
When I pull I always pop why I'm livin' today
Girl ass niggas causin' plex between
And when you on your boy
either one of ya'll niggas win
You end up killin' somebody that you ain't wanna kill
a pussy ass nigga that's showin' hoe type of skills
Comin' from a small town of
Late night us all murdered playa hated
Hoes and drivin' slab hurters
Acted bad 8
You can us on the late
Roll' dice and sippin' on the bar straight
We got the red drink drink purple drink
at these mark hoes that say
They never heard of
gallon big gulp
Big red big cup
drink up
Blowin' sweets and lightin' up
Now in my new slow down I can see
talkin' shit tryin' to see
If what they got to me
But hoe type of skills say a lot to me
You just fuck around and get yourself shot to be
Or not to be motherfuckers to see
We crack under pressure so just impress
A to see me react
These try to stare me down like a scary clown
don't dare me 'round
We fuck game up like Larry Brown
And pounds of killer like groceries
With a that make you not
stand close to me
Talkin' 'bout we to be bros
Don't make me laugh you chose to be
On the opposin' me
Don't matter what ya' be from
Bun and C will your world up explosively
wanna start shit every way
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun single day