Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas said cuz in the grade
In the shade where the cops see us
Eighteen, tryna the cage
It was cool 'til that sweep
Now I'm in of a van
And my wrists got a
Got a for a name
No on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm to a man
Murder raps, you from?
Put the on his pockets
Watch the cos, they be
County for the hustle
County spread for the
marks on my knuckles
Puttin' on bunk status
Shoulda been with the ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench
Pc, get the fruit
Keep tellin' on
Why I fuck that nigga?
made bail but I'm still at rage
Should I god for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc,
missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They ain't up to the court, huh?
But then gotta go, huh?
A young nigga on fig
on wig
Shoe strings say I'm from
On and got my gun
Other goin' for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

Nigga I'm blue'd up, chucks
Blue tee, I keep it g
Nigga, in the streets is 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 the heat, he's watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' these
Fiends comin', this shit don't stop
When war time, niggas get popped
We die for this shit off tops
My nigga gonna ride for crip, no lie
But I dead, yeah, nigga, thank god
got niggas 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 shit, on crip
A gon' die for this shit then trip
extendo, with fifty in the clip
Tf by my side, he with this shit
Q in the ride grippin' on the
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 trippin nigga, I slippin'
Niggas lyin' sayin' I crippin'
Back to back, me and smack
I said back to back, straight cups of
Niggas ask, he signed for?
I got an ball, I got a rondo
I got an ak when that bitch
It's like pullin' on a lawnmower
Last time I jail, nigga
I was cell livin', mail in it
I even talkin' mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell,
Hit the and cause hell, huh?
of hard knocks, fuck yale, huh?
See me and traffic like a nigga
And the black and whites 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 I'm racked down
Rank up there with crown
I got a button like brad pitt
I press that, I'm rich
I go down for this shit