Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas said cuz in the grade
In the where 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 got a band
Got a number for a
No name on the visa, no card get
Now I'm to a man
Murder raps, where you
Put the nigga on his
Watch the cos, they be
County news for the
County for the muscle
Couple on my knuckles
Puttin' on bunk status
Shoulda been with the ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench
Pc, get the fruit
tellin' on niggas
Why I with that nigga?
Nigga made bail but I'm still at
Should I god for the hell I raised?
Cause the that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc,
Went to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They show up to the court, huh?
But charges gotta go, huh?
A nigga back on fig
on wig
Shoe strings say I'm from
On and got my gun
Other side goin' for that
Motherfucker, I'm

Nigga I'm up, blue chucks
Blue tee, I keep it g
Nigga, in the streets is I be
I'm up like breakfast while niggas
Me and floyd on fig
Getting it in and it out
it in and movin' it out
I'm the heat, he's watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' rocks
Fiends keep comin', this shit don't
When it's war time, get popped
We might die for this off tops
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 gon' for this shit, on crip
A nigga gon' die for this then trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the
Tf by my side, he stupid with 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 check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set,
I ain't trippin nigga, I slippin'
Niggas lyin' sayin' I crippin'
to back, me and tiny smack
I said to back, straight cups of 'gnac
Niggas ask, what he 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', getting in it
I ain't talkin' mail, nigga
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 whites love watch
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 don't then I'm racked
Rank up there shaq crown
I got a benji button brad pitt
I that, I'm gettin' rich
I might go down for this