Luyện nghe bài hát That's Why I Carry

Man all these niggas out here man
time I try to go somewhere I got plex form these
Sorry punk no good hatin'
My nigga you done pushed the wrong
I never ran this hot
Now you the one nigga
I wanna whip the out
And this not a threat bet
I ain't let that shit slide
get that bitch right
Want him dead by
I followed him from the 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
I seen a slab get stripped
The discs seats and sound
And candy burnt to a crisp
These gettin' hated on
For the '84's they skatin' on
in the dark alley waited on
The fool comin' out the shack
Pistol to his back took 4 of crack
And a fat sack
That's why I pack my
why I pray 'cause where I stay
I got to carry my gun every single day
Motherfuckers start shit every way
That's why I my motherfuckin' gun every single day
The p-l-e-x is all my space
'Bout to pop this 'cause he standin' in my place
He sellin' on my
jackin' from my
comin' on our side
Goin' down and noise
Now I occupy my time hustlin' and paid
He occupyin' his time tryin' to get the for they blades
Gettin' em for they 'burban
jumpin' out of hoo doos
Comin' down swingin' jumpin' out of blues
Talkin' bout give it up
Baby boy it's some hatin' on in P-A
over stanky bitches and who
sold the most ya
Stuntin' pullin' pistols up in the grave
When I pull I always pop that's why I'm livin'
Girl ass niggas plex between friends
And you bust on your boy
Don't one of ya'll niggas win
You end up somebody that you really ain't wanna kill
Over a pussy ass nigga showin' hoe type of skills
Comin' a small town of madness
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 drink purple
Laughin' at mark hoes that say
They heard of drink
Half big gulp
Big red big cup
mixed up
Blowin' sweets and lightin' up
Now in my new world slow I can see
talkin' shit tryin' to see
If what they got to me
But hoe wearin' of skills say a lot to me
You gon' fuck around and get yourself shot to be
Or not to be motherfuckers 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 me 'round here
We fuck your game up Larry Brown
And pounds of killer 'round groceries
With a presence make you not
stand close to me
Talkin' we supposed to be bros
Don't make me motherfucker you chose to be
On the opposin' me
matter what coast ya' be from
Bun and C will light world up explosively
Motherfuckers wanna shit every way
why I carry my motherfuckin' gun every single day