Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

said cuz in the first grade
In the where the cops can't see us
Eighteen, tryna the cage
It was 'til that gang sweep
Now I'm in of a van
And my got a band
Got a for a name
No on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm to a man
raps, where you from?
Put the on his pockets
the cos, they be watchin'
County for the hustle
spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my
niggas on bunk status
Shoulda with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress we bench press
Pc, get the loops
tellin' on niggas
Why I fuck with nigga?
Nigga made bail but I'm at rage
Should I thank god for the I raised?
Cause the nigga snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc,
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know,
They ain't 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
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
it in and movin' it out
Getting it in and it out
I'm holdin' the heat, he's watchin' the
I'm for cops, I'm holdin' these rocks
Fiends keep comin', this 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 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, nigga get
I'm gon' ride for this shit, on
A gon' die for this 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 banging

Uh, might go down for this check,
Uh, I might die for set, nigga
I ain't trippin nigga, I slippin'
Niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't
to back, me and tiny smack
I said to back, straight cups of 'gnac
Niggas ask, he signed for?
I got an ball, I got a rondo
I got an ak when that spray
It's like pullin' strings on a
Last time I seen jail,
I was cell livin', getting in it
I even 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 nigga
And the black and whites love whale
Front line 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 down
Rank up there with shaq
I got a benji button like brad
I press that, I'm gettin'
I might go down for this