Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas cuz in the first grade
In the shade where the 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 for a name
No name on the visa, no card get
Now I'm to a man
Murder raps, where you
Put the on his pockets
the cos, they be watchin'
County for the hustle
spread for the muscle
Couple marks on my
Puttin' on bunk status
been with the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we press
Pc, get the loops
tellin' on niggas
Why I with that nigga?
Nigga made but I'm still at rage
Should I god for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is feel that grave
Like, ain't nothin' to a locc,
Went missin' to his folks, I in, I ain't know, huh?
They ain't up to the court, huh?
But then charges 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, blue
Blue tee, I keep it g
Nigga, in the is where I be
I'm up breakfast while niggas sleep
Me and posted on fig
Getting it in and it out
it in and movin' it out
I'm holdin' the heat, he's the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm these rocks
Fiends keep comin', this shit stop
When it's war time, get popped
We die for this shit off tops
My nigga ride for this crip, no lie
But I dead, yeah, nigga, thank 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 shit, on crip
A gon' die for this 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 for this check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set,
I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't
Niggas lyin' I ain't crippin'
Back to back, me and tiny
I back to back, straight 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 pullin' strings on a lawnmower
time I seen jail, nigga
I was livin', getting mail in it
I ain't even mail, nigga
for the cell, nigga
Hit the streets and hell, huh?
School of knocks, fuck yale, huh?
See me and traffic 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, only
.45, no on it
Scratched down, I'm strapped
go down for this shit
If I don't then I'm down
Rank up there with crown
I got a benji button like brad
I press that, I'm gettin'
I might go for this shit