Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

said cuz in the first grade
In the shade the cops can't see us
Eighteen, tryna the cage
It was cool 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 nigga on his
Watch the cos, they be
news for the hustle
County for the muscle
Couple marks on my
Puttin' on bunk status
been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench
Pc, get the fruit
Keep on niggas
Why I with that nigga?
Nigga bail but I'm still at rage
Should I thank god for the I raised?
Cause the nigga that is gonna feel that grave
Like, nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I know, huh?
ain't show up to the court, huh?
But then charges go, huh?
A young nigga on fig
on wig
Shoe strings say I'm from
On and got my gun
Other side for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

Nigga I'm blue'd up, chucks
Blue tee, I keep it g
Nigga, in the is where I be
I'm up like while 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 comin', this shit don't stop
When it's war time, get popped
We die for this shit off tops
My nigga ride for this crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, god
Money got niggas at me all odd
ass niggas better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, get popped
I'm gon' ride for shit, on crip
A nigga die for this shit then trip
extendo, with fifty in the clip
Tf by my side, he stupid this shit
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 trippin nigga, I slippin'
Niggas lyin' sayin' I crippin'
to back, me and tiny smack
I said back to back, cups of 'gnac
Niggas ask, what he for?
I got an eight ball, I got a
I got an ak when that spray
like pullin' strings on a lawnmower
Last I seen jail, nigga
I was livin', getting mail in it
I ain't even mail, nigga
for the cell, nigga
Hit the streets and cause hell,
School of hard knocks, yale, huh?
See me and like a orca nigga
And the black and whites love whale
line like mailboxes
5-12, the numbers on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, members
.45, no on it
down, I'm strapped down
Might go down for this
If I then I'm racked down
Rank up with shaq crown
I got a benji like brad pitt
I that, I'm gettin' rich
I might go for this shit