Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Play (rough?)

Yo, the Lord is my shepherd, the is my weapon
Reward is a blessin' that comes from the
been scuffled, blood's been shed
Another Mother a son

'Cause where I'm from the chooses a gun
they choose an education
But dead, their ain't no awakenin'
So like once said life ain't for

Yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em? waitin'
Got the truck outside, Benz jeep for
Everything in position, they'd be fuckin' wit' Satan
I aim, I ain't missin', master of assassination

I he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his
With a chipped tooth is the truth?
This is what we do, sip a

around his crib until it turns around two AM
As as he walks in the door we slay 'em
You guys got fat while I was away, so start

Okay, you wanna play
A changes and love changes
A thug and love changes
A thug changes and love
Okay yo, we could rough

Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high
Who these niggas tryin' to in their truck?
I order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
Ducked in they seat? Are they for me?

But I ain't do shit, could it be that thought
I slept like B.I.G. and Pac
May they rest in peace but while I'm I pop shit
P-11 glock spits 17 clips

Put these niggas in boxes where Moms and Pops is
Pull the strap under the seat, back up in the street
Watch these that's tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep
Take off my shoes, nigga poppin' my heat

Empty every shell in their direction, you, I should've guessed it
Same niggas that I was connected wit', I know you
Now I'm'a take you off here, you don't know what you got

Okay, you wanna play
A thug changes and changes
A thug changes and changes
A thug changes and love
Okay yo, we could rough

in his house, smackin' him up, what you talkin' about?
He said, "shut-up nigga" him in his head with chrome
thought I'd be in his home
With his wife taped up for my niggas to

Fuckin' with me, you should've
I'll have 'em write nigga on your tombstone
What money can do, get you hit for than a G
For me

I'ma do it myself, take you to Hell, ones for free
Killin' you with nothin'
Left him dead, runnin'
You the I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'

Look at woman, anal ripped out, it's your fault
gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
But I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib
For pictures of relatives, addresses to they live

Shit like that, in case a nigga wanna strike
I'll be up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac
Niggas treat you like fam' and you on it like
Now you gotta lay flat, eatin' by rats

Gettin' even's never wrong, only right to react
Eye for an eye the sweetest part is payback
Somebody kncokin', who a cop man, let him in
And give that mothafucka one under the

Can't believe this nigga down the Feds
The copped screamed out your government before he dead
Don't explain, I put the pound on his
Blew 'em before that I cant remember the last time I
Okay, so we play rough

Okay, you wanna rough?
A thug changes and changes
A changes and love changes
A thug and love changes
yo, we could play rough