Luyện nghe bài hát VA Cats

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Keep my eyes could see

Crime
Thugs,
Whatsup

Cats be me, somebody snitching somebody dying see
Twenty five hundred a big ache, he was buyin three
Stop lying, money was sweating, my man was his leat
Slap off his bracelet with ice, and cross the street
Death was my instinct, I had to stop and think
Smiling faces always remember, rock ya ass to sleep
Disregard this camouflage batter shattering thirty
Heist pulling drug selling niggas coming from dirty
Look what? Pretty boy get him, right yo pass the heat
Heard he like to trigga bang slang, but he ain't ass as me
Slip a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat
Chrome is two turned bitch, I love this city
Arsenal, blazin them weapons there some murder beef
He's of sort of, VA Cats, them dirty streets

Unheard of VA Cats, we bring it well
Do them dolo hit, we tell none
Sittin in the cell for blazing gun
We aight though, we dip bail
And like they say or
You of us VA Cats, for real

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I heard the got a grudge
No for thugs pushing drugs
warfare with ice mugs
Inside the borough, pure bred the stero
Style deniro, slottin in is hero
The Max Mil era, I pick whenever
Time to exercise my five, a terror
Ill vatal, roll with my team and feel stable
With your betrayal, I you in the field cradle
I a thirty eight, it ain't hurt regurgitate
Swerving in the irving, sippin in the paper chase
With thug niggas, born to rub niggas
Trickin gold diggas, my whole is "Fuck niggas"
Mafioso, the savage, breakin barrage
Crossbows, aiming darts at torso
Constrictor, boa, backdraft a thrower
Bank quoters, I pulled a Range Rover
Melting glaciers, the ice
gems to murders, twin propellars, ice cold polar
Burn solar, king the god sonar
Holding a toaster, alias on posters
Sweepstake, my whole is keep safe
For Pete's sake, I generate wait and
What's in the Crime Syndicate fam patrol the ave
What's math was bad

Street science for night crime, bullets ricochet
Constantly inclining them faggots some reminding
Split your coat lining, Crack bone having that ass crying
Rob shit like DeNiro, keeping cigars lit
Fed pop but don't know shit, we camouflage
Scandals come in hand in turnpike, for trafficin
Virginia, that's where was head, and drop the packages
On the corner, there that cat go, he's flaggin it
Don't let cat to my man, money aight and shit
Them new was plottin to get them
I'm back let them
Greatin ass faggot you pussy, this we murder them
It's unheard of VA Cats be on dirty shit

Va for real
yo
My niggas
My real New niggas
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All my niggas
all my link niggas
Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big