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 pussy no good hatin'
My nigga you done pushed the button
I ain't ran this hot
Now you the one nigga
I wanna the piss out
And not a threat bet that
I ain't let that shit slide
get that bitch right
Want him dead by
I followed him from the crib to the crack
I him go in and come back out
I got ready to pull the out
him by the theater of 610
Unloaded the now dirt is now what his dick's in
Shit I seen a slab get
The discs seats and sound
And candy paint to a crisp
These gettin' hated on
For the '84's they skatin' on
jackers in the alley waited on
The comin' out the gamblin' shack
Pistol to his back 4 ounces of crack
And a fat sack
why I pack my nigga
That's why I pray 'cause I stay
I got to carry my gun every single day
Motherfuckers wanna shit every way
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun single day
The is crowdin' all my space
'Bout to pop this mothefucker 'cause he standin' in my
He on my block
jackin' my boys
They comin' on our
Goin' down and talkin'
Now I occupy my time hustlin' and paid
He occupyin' his time to get the boys for they blades
Gettin' em for they 'burban
jumpin' out of hoo doos
Comin' down swingin' out of candy blues
Talkin' bout give it up
Baby boy some hatin' goin' on in P-A
over stanky bitches and who
sold the ya niggas
Stuntin' pistols endin' up in the grave
When I pull I always pop that's why I'm today
ass niggas causin' plex between friends
And when you bust on boy
Don't either one of niggas win
You end up killin' somebody you really ain't wanna kill
Over a pussy ass nigga showin' hoe type of skills
from a small town of madness
Late night us all murdered hated scandalous
Hoes and 'llac slab hurters
bad after 8
You can us on the late
Roll' dice and sippin' on the bar straight
We got the red orange drink purple drink
at these mark hoes that say
They never heard of
Half big gulp
Big red big cup
drink up
Blowin' sweets and cigs up
Now in my new slow down I can see
Niggas shit tryin' to see
If they said got to me
But hoe wearin' type of say a lot to me
You gon' fuck around and get yourself shot to be
Or not to be plot to see
We crack under so they just impress
A nigga to see me
These niggas try to me down like a scary clown
don't dare me 'round
We your game up like Larry Brown
And of killer 'round like groceries
a presence that make you not
Wanna stand to me
Talkin' we supposed to be bros
make me laugh motherfucker you chose to be
On the side me
Don't what coast ya' be from
Bun and C will your world up explosively
wanna start shit every way
That's why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every day