Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

said cuz in the first grade
In the where the cops can't see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the
It was cool 'til that sweep
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
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
Puttin' on bunk status
Shoulda with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we press
Pc, get the fruit
Keep tellin' on
Why I fuck that nigga?
Nigga made but I'm still at rage
Should I thank god for the I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is feel that grave
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc,
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I know, huh?
They ain't up to the court, huh?
But then charges go, huh?
A young back on fig
on wig
Shoe strings say where I'm
On and got my gun
Other side for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

Nigga I'm up, blue chucks
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, watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' rocks
Fiends keep comin', this shit don't
When war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this off tops
My gonna ride for this crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, god
Money got niggas at me all odd
ass niggas 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 then trip
4/5th extendo, with in the clip
Tf by my side, he stupid this shit
Q in the ride grippin' on the
Run up on me
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, I'm banging

Uh, might go down for check, nigga
Uh, I might die for set, nigga
I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't
Niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't
to back, me and tiny smack
I said back to back, straight cups of
Niggas ask, what he for?
I got an eight ball, I got a
I got an ak when bitch spray
It's like pullin' on a lawnmower
time I seen jail, nigga
I was cell livin', getting in it
I ain't even mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell,
Hit the streets and hell, huh?
School of hard knocks, yale, huh?
See me and traffic like a orca
And the and whites love whale watch
Front like 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 don't then I'm down
Rank up there with shaq
I got a benji like brad pitt
I that, I'm gettin' rich
I might go down for this