Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas said cuz in the first
In the shade where the can't see us
Eighteen, dodge the cage
It was 'til that gang sweep
Now I'm in of a van
And my wrists got a
Got a number for a
No name on the visa, no get accepted
Now I'm to a man
Murder raps, you from?
Put the on his pockets
Watch the cos, be watchin'
news for the hustle
County for the muscle
Couple marks on my
Puttin' on bunk status
Shoulda with the bitch ass
Now he on a that we bench press
Pc, get the fruit
Keep tellin' on
Why I fuck with that
Nigga made bail but I'm still at
Should I thank god for the hell I
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 know, huh?
They ain't up to the court, huh?
But charges gotta go, huh?
A young nigga on fig
on wig
Shoe strings say I'm from
On and got my gun
side goin' for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

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

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