Luyện nghe bài hát Two Step

I always knew life could be short
Ever since they busted out the super
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 saying we fight
a kite to my nigga locked up, now Reece home
Making music for the kids, bitch we
Put your down, look 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 down on skull 'til you fucking die
Y'all probably to dance so ignore me
That club life ain't been for me
You basic bitches bore me
If I got to buy you a you can't afford me

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

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

Deuce-deuce in my tennis
Hood brought a burner to the interview
Might catch a on the bus home
Tell them bullies get the fuck gone
In my zone a brand new playlist
Walked right past my ex, didn't say
I changed my mind like, "Ay bitch!"
"Tell new boyfriend he can't fake this!"
my last check on some new kicks
The at the movies on my new chick
I got fired on some
Snitch, fuck-boy that I never should've with
And I ain't 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
kids wishing that they could play
Looking for a or something Jay-Z would say

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

Ten down nineteen seventy-nine
Southern California repping heavy with mine
These motherfucking actors are not to a
Hilary is a cold black bastard
No master, no father, I raise me
A nigga clean it up, when I had a babies
maybe, just maybe, you can oh thank me
Fresh out the feeling crazy
No, months feeling turnt, don't pay me
I to be a mess my nigga
Only could kill me was stress my nigga
Had to give that a rest my nigga
I just did a couple years, left my nigga
I can't do stretch my nigga
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 that could play
for a hook or something Jay-Z would say

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