Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

said cuz in the first grade
In the shade the cops can't see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the
It was 'til that gang sweep
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
raps, where you from?
Put the on his pockets
Watch the cos, be watchin'
County news for the
spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my
Puttin' niggas on bunk
been with the bitch ass
Now he on a that we bench press
Pc, get the fruit
Keep on niggas
Why I with that nigga?
Nigga made bail but I'm still at
Should I god for the hell I raised?
the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, ain't to a locc, huh?
Went to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They show up to the court, huh?
But then charges gotta go,
A young back on fig
on wig
Shoe say where I'm from
On and got my gun
Other side goin' for thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

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

Uh, might go down for check, nigga
Uh, I die for this set, nigga
I ain't nigga, I ain't slippin'
lyin' sayin' I ain't crippin'
Back to back, me and smack
I said back to back, straight of 'gnac
ask, what he signed for?
I got an ball, I got a rondo
I got an ak when bitch spray
like pullin' strings on a lawnmower
Last time I jail, nigga
I was cell livin', mail in it
I ain't even mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell,
Hit the streets and cause hell,
School of hard knocks, fuck yale,
See me and traffic like a nigga
And the black and whites love whale
Front 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 don't I'm racked down
Rank up there with crown
I got a benji like brad pitt
I press that, I'm rich
I go down for this shit