Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away Gats

[south mexican]
Personly, I feel my is cursed to be
Ridas till
My enemies murder
Hot as an
But I my doe verbaly
Curently I a benz out of germany
Tryna stay alive till I'm old and in the
My dead homies said today's they anniverssary
His blood on the seat done dried and burgandy
on arrival there was no need for surjary
Purposly to die in his mercury
But he was the nigga on his way to university
It's hurting me, that he's lying in the earth
It's fucked how we dying over turfs of
I heard this beat so I had to be to speak
Helping my raza seems to be what for me
Certainly I got killas dirt for free
Burst the cuase I never learned to turn my cheeks

To the gunshow
And bought a away
time to go to war is what the homies say
A beat, a different rap
A different fool, a gat
Sorry but we're gonna go away
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[south mexican]
life
My mom say's I'm a sad
Wake up and finish the beer I had last
Glass pipes, soround my two bedroom
Doctor feel good I graduated from
With taylor made suits, real loose, a gym masus
My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that play their
We you first, I can see that my future's cursed
At the with the gat inside my ruka's purse
To the or to the nurse
You bicthes getting to my
Mad my song came on and your girlfriend knew the words
You stupid
We birds
run this universe
My living blind cuase every time they look it hurts
Now push reverse, way before the two
Way before my bicth was 8,000 dollar dresses
I was broke but
And now I'm rich and
Cuase you haters ain't got the nuts to say that you can't me

repeat 2x

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En el
Won't you come and step to my
Soy
jale por si me muero
Es mi
muertos en el camino
Soy
Mi es el materino
Desiadado, wacth your back porque soy
Violento ya tu sabes de donde vengo del
Atracando con mi
Lone star state thats my placa
You about me ese vato si te mata
el zapata a mi jente le doy la plata
Yo ando a pata los pinches haters no se
Con el nunca jueges con mi dinero
Saco primero soy mas weno que un
I se me muero entiera me en el ghetto

[south mexican]
Dope house impire again
You jealous bicthes say to my little friend

shots from low g's ar15]

[chorus] 2x