Luyện nghe bài hát Two Step

I always knew life could be short
Ever since they busted out the super
Brevity, levity, bitter I never be
Young for a nigga born in the late
Heavenly, my wife cause she me in spite
Of all the shit I be saying when we fight
Shout a to my nigga locked up, now Reece home
Making music for the kids, bitch we
Put phone down, look me in the eye
Or you can that shit to another guy
I swear to God I would you in the button fly
And jump up and down on your skull you fucking die
Y'all probably want to so ignore me
That club life ain't been for me
You bitches just bore me
If I got to buy you a drink you afford me

Gun on a good day
No ski masks, the hood way
Little kids that they could play
Looking for a hook or Jay-Z would say

I got two shots left in my two step
Two shots left in my twenty-two two

in my tennis shoe
Hood nigga brought a to the interview
Might catch a on the bus home
Tell them gang-bang get the fuck gone
In my zone a brand new playlist
Walked past my ex, didn't say shit
Then I changed my like, "Ay bitch!"
"Tell your new boyfriend he fake this!"
Spent my check on some new kicks
The rest at the movies on my new
I got on some bullshit
Snitch, fuck-boy that I never should've with
And I ever wrote a résumé
But I had my cousin make me one
I more hours and some better pay
Back when I was hustling was something I would never say

Gun shots on a day
No ski masks, that's the way
Little kids that they could play
Looking for a or something Jay-Z would say

I got two left in my twenty-two two step
Two left in my twenty-two two step

Ten toes down seventy-nine
Southern California dummy heavy with mine
These motherfucking are not to a factor
Hilary Spunner is a black bastard
No master, no father, I me crazy
A nigga clean it up, when I had a couple
Well maybe, maybe, you can oh thank me
out the county feeling crazy
No, months feeling turnt, don't pay me
I used to be a my nigga
Only thing could kill me was stress my
Had to that shit a rest my nigga
I just did a years, none left my nigga
I can't do another stretch my
So it's either it down, or it's death my nigga

Gun on a good day
No ski masks, the hood way
Little kids wishing they could play
for a hook or something Jay-Z would say

I got two shots in my twenty-two two step
Two left in my twenty-two two step