Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas said cuz in the first
In the shade where the cops see us
Eighteen, dodge the cage
It was cool 'til that sweep
Now I'm in of a van
And my wrists got a
Got a number for a
No on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm to a man
raps, where you from?
Put the nigga on his
Watch the cos, be watchin'
County news for the
County for the muscle
Couple on my knuckles
Puttin' on bunk status
Shoulda with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench
Pc, get the loops
Keep tellin' on
Why I with that nigga?
Nigga 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 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 gotta go, huh?
A young back on fig
on wig
Shoe strings say where I'm
On and got my gun
side goin' for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

Nigga I'm blue'd up, chucks
tee, nigga I keep it g
Nigga, in the is where I be
I'm up like breakfast niggas sleep
Me and floyd on fig
Getting it in and it out
Getting it in and it out
I'm the heat, he's watchin' the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm holdin' rocks
Fiends keep comin', this don't stop
it's war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this shit off
My gonna ride for this crip, no lie
But I dead, yeah, nigga, thank god
Money got niggas at me all odd
Punk ass better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, get popped
I'm gon' ride for this shit, on
A nigga gon' die for shit then trip
4/5th extendo, with in the clip
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 gang

Uh, go down for this check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set,
I ain't nigga, I ain't slippin'
Niggas lyin' sayin' I ain't
Back to back, me and smack
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 bitch spray
It's like strings on a lawnmower
Last I seen jail, nigga
I was cell livin', mail in it
I ain't talkin' mail, nigga
for the cell, nigga
Hit the and cause hell, huh?
School of knocks, fuck yale, huh?
See me and traffic a orca nigga
And the black and whites love whale
Front line 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 down for shit
If I then I'm racked down
Rank up with shaq crown
I got a button like brad pitt
I that, I'm gettin' rich
I go down for this shit