Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why I Carry

Man all these motherfuckin' niggas out man
Every time I try to go somewhere I got plex these
punk pussy no good hatin'
My nigga you done pushed the button
I ain't never ran hot
Now you the number one
I wanna the piss out
And not a threat bet that
I ain't gonna let shit slide
Gotta get bitch right
Want him dead by
I him from the crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come out
I got to pull the mack out
Sandwiched him by the of 610
Unloaded the pistol now dirt is now his dick's in
Shit I seen a get stripped
The discs seats and gone
And candy burnt to a crisp
These gettin' hated on
For the '84's that they on
in the dark alley waited on
The fool comin' out the shack
Pistol to his took 4 ounces of crack
And a fat sack
why I pack my nigga
That's why I pray 'cause where I
I got to carry my motherfuckin' gun single day
Motherfuckers start shit every way
That's why I carry my gun every single day
The is crowdin' all my space
'Bout to pop this mothefucker 'cause he in my place
He sellin' on my
from my boys
They on our side
Goin' down and talkin'
Now I occupy my time hustlin' and paid
He occupyin' his tryin' to get the boys for they blades
Gettin' em for they 'burban
They out of hoo doos
Comin' down swingin' out of candy blues
Talkin' bout it up smooth
Baby boy it's hatin' goin' on in P-A
Mostly over bitches and who
sold the most ya
Stuntin' pistols endin' up in the grave
When I pull I always pop why I'm livin' 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 that you really ain't wanna
Over a pussy ass nigga that's showin' hoe of skills
Comin' a small town of madness
Late us all murdered playa hated scandalous
Hoes and 'llac slab hurters
bad after 8
You can catch us on the
Roll' dice blowin' and sippin' on the bar
We got the red drink orange drink drink
Laughin' at these mark hoes say
They never of drink
Half big gulp
Big red big cup
drink up
Blowin' sweets and lightin' up
Now in my new slow down I can see
Niggas shit tryin' to see
If what they got to me
But hoe wearin' 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 pressure so they just impress
A to see me react
These niggas try to stare me down like a clown
dare me 'round here
We fuck your game up like Brown
And pounds of 'round like groceries
With a presence make you not
Wanna stand to me
Talkin' we supposed to be bros
make me laugh motherfucker you chose to be
On the opposin' me
matter what coast ya' be from
Bun and C will light your up explosively
Motherfuckers wanna shit every way
That's why I my motherfuckin' gun every single day