Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Away Gats

[south mexican]
Personly, I my people is cursed to be
Ridas till
My enemies murder
Hot as an
But I clocked my doe
Curently I push a benz out of
Tryna stay alive I'm old and in the nerssary
My dead homies said today's they anniverssary
His blood on the seat done and turned burgandy
Dead on there was no need for surjary
left to die in his mercury
But he was the nigga on his way to university
It's hurting me, that lying in the earth beneath
fucked how we dying over turfs of streets
I heard this beat so I had to be to speak
Helping my raza to be what works for me
Certainly I got killas doing dirt for
Burst the heat cuase I learned to turn my cheeks

To the today
And bought a throw
It's time to go to war is 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 park
life
My mom I'm a sad sight
Wake up and finish the I had last night
Glass pipes, my two bedroom trailer
Doctor feel good I from baylor
With taylor made suits, real loose, a gym with
My hood is full of hustlers and fiends that their flutes
We shoot you first, I can see that my cursed
At the club the gat inside my ruka's purse
To the or to the nurse
You bicthes to my nerves
Mad cause my song came on and your girlfriend knew the
You nerds
We birds
Aztecs run this
My people living blind every time they look it hurts
Now reverse, way before the two benzes
Way before my bicth was wearing 8,000 dollar
I was but happy
And now I'm and angry
Cuase you haters ain't got the nuts to say that you can't me

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

park mexican]
Dope impire strikes again
You jealous bicthes say to my little friend

[gun shots from low g's

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