Luyện nghe bài hát Two Step

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

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

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

Deuce-deuce in my tennis
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 with a new playlist
Walked right my ex, didn't say shit
I changed my mind like, "Ay bitch!"
"Tell your new boyfriend he fake this!"
Spent my last check on some new
The rest at the movies on my new
I got fired on some
Snitch, fuck-boy that I never should've with
And I ain't ever a résumé
But I had my cousin make me one
I need more and some better pay
Back when I was that was something I would never say

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

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

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

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

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