Luyện nghe bài hát Two Step

I always knew life be super short
Ever since they busted out the super
Brevity, levity, I could never be
Young for a nigga born in the seventies
Heavenly, my wife she loves me in spite
Of all the crazy shit I be saying we fight
Shout a to my nigga locked up, now Reece home
Making music for the kids, we grown
Put phone down, look me in the eye
Or you can talk shit to another guy
I swear to God I would kick you in the fly
And jump up and down on your skull you fucking die
Y'all probably to dance so ignore me
That club life ever 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, that's the way
Little kids that they could play
Looking for a or something Jay-Z would say

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

Deuce-deuce in my tennis
Hood brought a burner to the interview
Might a beef on the bus home
them gang-bang bullies get the fuck gone
In my zone with a brand new
Walked right past my ex, didn't say
Then I my mind like, "Ay bitch!"
"Tell new boyfriend he can't fake this!"
my last check on some new kicks
The rest at the on my new chick
I got fired on some
Snitch, fuck-boy that I never should've with
And I ever wrote a résumé
But I had my make me one yesterday
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, the hood way
Little kids wishing that they could
Looking for a or something Jay-Z would say

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

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

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

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