Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why I Carry

Man all these niggas out here man
Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex form
Sorry punk pussy no hatin'
My you done pushed the wrong button
I never ran this hot
Now you the number one
I wanna the piss out
And this not a threat bet
I ain't let that shit slide
get that bitch right
Want him by midnight
I him from the crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come out
I got ready to pull the out
him by the theater of 610
Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now his dick's in
I seen a slab get stripped
The discs seats and sound
And candy paint to a crisp
These gettin' hated on
For the '84's that they on
jackers in the dark waited on
The fool comin' out the gamblin'
Pistol to his back took 4 ounces of
And a fat sack
That's why I pack my
why I pray 'cause where I stay
I got to carry my motherfuckin' gun every day
wanna start shit every way
That's why I carry my gun every single day
The p-l-e-x is crowdin' all my
'Bout to pop this mothefucker 'cause he in my place
He on my block
jackin' from my
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
They jumpin' out of hoo
Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of candy
Talkin' bout it up smooth
Baby boy some hatin' goin' on in P-A
Mostly over bitches and who
sold the ya niggas
Stuntin' pullin' endin' up in the grave
I pull I always pop that's why I'm livin' today
Girl ass niggas plex between friends
And when you bust on boy
Don't either one of niggas win
You end up killin' somebody that you really ain't wanna
Over a ass nigga that's showin' hoe type of skills
Comin' from a small town of
night us all murdered playa hated scandalous
Hoes and 'llac drivin' hurters
bad after 8
You can us on the late
Roll' blowin' and sippin' on the bar straight
We got the red drink orange purple drink
Laughin' at these hoes that say
never heard of drink
Half big gulp
Big red big cup
drink up
Blowin' and lightin' cigs up
Now in my new world slow I can see
Niggas shit tryin' to see
If they said got to me
But hoe type of skills say a lot to me
You just gon' fuck around and get shot to be
Or not to be motherfuckers to see
We crack under pressure so they impress
A to see me react
These niggas try to me down like a scary clown
don't me 'round here
We your game up like Larry Brown
And of killer 'round like groceries
a presence that make you not
Wanna close to me
'bout we supposed to be bros
Don't me laugh motherfucker you chose to be
On the side me
Don't matter coast ya' be from
Bun and C light your world up explosively
wanna start shit every way
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every day