Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

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

Niggas said cuz in the grade
In the shade where the can't see us
Eighteen, tryna dodge the
It was cool 'til that sweep
Now I'm in of a van
And my wrists got a
Got a for a name
No name on the visa, no get accepted
Now I'm to a man
raps, where you from?
Put the nigga on his
Watch the cos, be watchin'
County for the hustle
County for the muscle
Couple marks on my
niggas on bunk status
Shoulda been the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench
Pc, get the fruit
Keep on niggas
Why I fuck with nigga?
Nigga made but I'm still at rage
I thank god for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna feel grave
Like, ain't to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I in, I ain't know, huh?
They show up to the court, huh?
But then gotta go, huh?
A young nigga 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 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 posted 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' these
Fiends keep comin', this don't stop
When war time, niggas get popped
We might die for this off tops
My nigga gonna ride for crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, god
Money got niggas at me all odd
Punk ass better go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, nigga get
I'm ride for this shit, on crip
A nigga gon' die for this shit then
extendo, with fifty 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, might go for this check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set,
I trippin nigga, I ain't slippin'
Niggas sayin' I ain't crippin'
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 that bitch spray
like pullin' strings 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 streets and hell, huh?
School of knocks, fuck yale, huh?
See me and traffic like a nigga
And the black and love whale watch
Front like mailboxes
5-12, that's the on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, members
.45, no on it
Scratched down, I'm down
Might go down for shit
If I don't then I'm racked
up there with shaq crown
I got a benji like brad pitt
I press that, I'm gettin'
I go down for this shit