Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas cuz in the first grade
In the shade where the can't see us
Eighteen, dodge the cage
It was cool 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 get accepted
Now I'm to a man
raps, where you from?
Put the on his pockets
Watch the cos, they be
County for the hustle
County for the muscle
Couple marks on my
niggas on bunk status
Shoulda been the bitch ass
Now he on a that we bench press
Pc, get the loops
tellin' on niggas
Why I fuck that nigga?
Nigga made but I'm still at rage
Should I god for the hell I raised?
the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc,
Went missin' to his folks, I in, I ain't know, huh?
They show 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 while niggas sleep
Me and posted on fig
Getting it in and it out
it in and movin' it out
I'm holdin' the heat, watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these
Fiends keep comin', this shit don't
When war time, niggas get popped
We might die for shit off tops
My nigga ride for this crip, no lie
But I dead, yeah, nigga, thank 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' for this shit, on crip
A nigga gon' die for this shit then
extendo, with fifty in the clip
Tf by my side, he stupid this shit
Q in the grippin' on the fifth
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 ain't
Niggas lyin' sayin' I crippin'
Back to back, me and tiny
I said to back, straight cups of 'gnac
ask, what he signed for?
I got an eight ball, I got a
I got an ak when that bitch
like pullin' strings on a lawnmower
Last time I jail, nigga
I was livin', getting mail in it
I ain't even mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell,
Hit the and cause hell, huh?
of hard knocks, fuck yale, huh?
See me and like a orca nigga
And the black and whites whale watch
Front line mailboxes
5-12, that's the on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, only
.45, no on it
down, I'm strapped down
Might go down for this
If I then I'm racked down
Rank up there shaq crown
I got a benji button brad pitt
I that, I'm gettin' rich
I go down for this shit