Luyện nghe bài hát Walk With Me

Ha-ha,
Will I it to see tomorrow
no tellin
This one here, for all the riders
No what side you on
Peep
Welcome to the fields
Nigga, the of the G's
of the nymphos and murderers
Still G's and C's
Careful of what the jaw
Paper chase, parole test takers
To make us all the roof
Playas, best to keep your crew tight, and in check
'cause haters it's getting and harder to protect
I be the animosity, how these niggas be watchin me
Ready to catch me slippin so that can cut the glock on me
to be clever, when now they grindin for your cheese
'cause it be comin to drama, my city's under siege
Watch who you're to to, and keep your eyes on em
'cause the closest to ya is the nigga with wise on em
I rise on em, so now they label me a
But they don't understand the wicked shit that I done
187's, 211's to
While most niggas for the Z-25, come on

Walk me
As we through the land of the C's and the B's
And the crooked ass
Walk me
On this suicidal mission through the
We 44's for cresidentials
with me
As we journey the land of the C's and the B's
And the coward ass
with me
On this suicidal mission through the
We gots 44's for

Now as I look to my riz-ight and to my
I see my siz-elf starin face to face hisself
Will I live to see my little one to be a G
Like his W from the dub S C (look at that)
I keep the guts to keep the on ya
And watch your 'cause they creep on ya
Now when comes around for my name to be called
I'd rather die it on me then not have it all
Stalkin, walkin in my big blue
They this man, maddogin, ready to biz-ust
Yeah I walk the valley of late nighter homicide
G into the makers of a buckin Impala
How far will I it
'cause I'm related, I know I'm highly
Affiliated, ain't promised so at night I pray
I live to give it up for the hood day

Walk me
As we journey through the of the C's and the B's
And the crooked ass
Walk me
On this suicidal mission through the
We 44's for cresidentials
with me
As we journey through the of the C's and the B's
And the trigger police
with me
On this suicidal mission the central
We gots 44's for
Drama more drama more drama more
are goin crazy for this mother fuckin dollar
I done seen em G's to snitches
Browns to kissers, like used to consider reel to reel bitches
Niggas done switch-ded turn from to powder
Bust up, I'm pumpin, crack and tore ass up and
Bitches I used to in 96
Is now turnin tricks for hits 'cause they addicted to glass
Suckin off for the green
The ex-class notorious now the deadbeet queen
Check out her body, take a look at how the crack took
Went from being fine as hell to look at my or roll
I'm swoll, a with a perm and a frown
They say don't run for witness partic a clown
I'm tryin to strong and mantain my stroll
But the neighborhood just ain't the no more, uh-uh

Walk me
As we journey through the of the C's and the B's
And the crooked ass
with me
On this suicidal mission the central
We gots 44's for
with me
As we through the land of the C's and the B's
And the scandalous ass
with me
On this suicidal mission the central
We gots for cresidentials
Uh, yeah, uh
Mother fuckers better heed
'cause love live here no more
South L.A.
The modern day
Where every guilty by affiliation