Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas cuz in the first grade
In the where the cops can't see us
Eighteen, dodge the cage
It was cool 'til that gang
Now I'm in of a van
And my got a band
Got a number for a
No name on the visa, no get accepted
Now I'm to a man
Murder raps, where you
Put the on his pockets
Watch the cos, be watchin'
County for the hustle
County for the muscle
Couple on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas on status
Shoulda with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress we bench press
Pc, get the loops
Keep tellin' on
Why I fuck that nigga?
made bail but I'm still at rage
Should I thank god for the I raised?
the nigga that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know,
They ain't up to the court, huh?
But then charges go, huh?
A nigga back on fig
on wig
Shoe say where I'm from
On and got my gun
Other side goin' for that
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 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 the block
I'm for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks
Fiends keep comin', this shit stop
it's 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 niggas go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, get popped
I'm gon' ride for shit, on crip
A nigga gon' die for shit then trip
extendo, with fifty in the clip
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 set, nigga
I ain't nigga, I ain't slippin'
Niggas lyin' I ain't crippin'
Back to back, me and tiny
I said back to back, cups of 'gnac
Niggas ask, what he for?
I got an ball, I got a rondo
I got an ak when that bitch
It's like strings on a lawnmower
Last I seen jail, nigga
I was cell livin', getting in it
I ain't talkin' mail, nigga
for the cell, nigga
Hit the streets and cause hell,
School of hard knocks, fuck yale,
See me and like a orca nigga
And the black and whites love watch
line like mailboxes
5-12, that's the on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, members
.45, no on it
down, I'm strapped down
Might go for this shit
If I don't then I'm racked
Rank up there with crown
I got a benji like brad pitt
I press that, I'm rich
I might go down for shit