Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

Oh, we might die for this shit,
Uh, might go down for this shit,
Gang, gang bangin' that shit

Niggas said cuz in the grade
In the shade where the cops see us
Eighteen, dodge the cage
It was cool 'til that gang
Now I'm in of a van
And my wrists got a
Got a for a name
No name on the visa, no card get
Now I'm to a man
Murder raps, where you
Put the on his pockets
Watch the cos, be watchin'
news for the hustle
County spread for the
marks on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas on bunk
Shoulda with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench
Pc, get the loops
tellin' on niggas
Why I fuck with nigga?
Nigga bail but I'm still at rage
Should I thank god for the I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is feel that grave
Like, nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know,
ain't show up to the court, huh?
But charges gotta go, huh?
A young nigga on fig
on wig
Shoe say where I'm from
On and got my gun
Other goin' for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

Nigga I'm blue'd up, blue
tee, nigga I keep it g
Nigga, in the streets is I be
I'm up like breakfast while niggas
Me and posted on fig
it in and movin' it out
Getting it in and it out
I'm the heat, he's watchin' the block
I'm for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks
Fiends keep comin', shit don't stop
it's war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this off tops
My nigga gonna ride for crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, god
Money got niggas at me all odd
Punk ass better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, get popped
I'm ride for this shit, on crip
A nigga die for this shit then trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the
Tf by my side, he stupid with this
Q in the grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, I'm banging

Uh, might go down for this check,
Uh, I might die for set, nigga
I trippin nigga, I ain't slippin'
Niggas lyin' sayin' I crippin'
to back, me and tiny smack
I said back to back, straight of 'gnac
Niggas ask, he signed for?
I got an eight ball, I got a
I got an ak when that spray
It's like pullin' on a lawnmower
time I seen jail, nigga
I was cell livin', mail in it
I ain't even talkin' mail,
Pay-pals for the cell,
Hit the streets and cause hell,
of hard knocks, fuck yale, huh?
See me and traffic a orca nigga
And the black and whites love whale
Front like mailboxes
5-12, that's the on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, only
.45, no on it
Scratched down, I'm strapped
Might go for this shit
If I don't then I'm down
Rank up there with crown
I got a benji button brad pitt
I press that, I'm gettin'
I might go for this shit