Luyện nghe bài hát Was My Dawg

Mentally ill, please someone call a
911 emergency go get a docta'
You don't know by now boy they call me Flocka
bad habbit I might o.d. off yoppas
Whole bunch of choppas fo' my
Devil entered me my mind don't
I'm in of the jury like I'm guilty
tried me so I killed 'em on, off? G.P.
Mom I'm I cant let you bury
Don't worry just carry
And some letters plus some time momma
What's the rule don't turn on my partnas

I'ma
ride
I'ma
I'ma
die
die
Fo' my dawgs
rob
rob
I'ma
I'ma
I'ma
kill
Fo' my dawgs

I'ma
I'ma
live
I'ma
die
die
Fo' my dawgs
rob
rob
I'ma
I'ma
kill
I'ma
Fo' my mothafuckin'

(oh my go 'sh)
I a lot of niggas dissin' me
let me know they missin' me
I been fo' some months
Now it's time to make
With these ass thoughts
It feel satan just entered me
pull through dis shit
I need no nigga ta pray fo' me
I was told to calm down and spend my on da mic
I drop one mixtape six months later my took fight
O' let's do it got em
Love them gun sounds make 'em
I go hard in da paint you can tell on sight
I'm the prince ain't no nigga fuckin' wit' me
I'm from county Riverdale but born in New York
Northside queens to be exact bricksquad we'll walk
I can taste niggas flesh
I can these niggas fail
Riverdale, flocka.

ride
I'ma
I'ma
I'ma
die
die
Fo' my muthafuckin
rob
rob (flocka)
I'ma
I'ma
kill
I'ma
Fo' my dawgs

ride
I'ma
live
I'ma
die
die
Fo' my dawgs
rob
rob (flocka)
I'ma
steal
I'ma
kill
Fo' my dawgs

They said a man proper
Sometimes that hurt
Why put G baby face on the
Neek I know it hurt that just God at his
all the real niggas livin' in the dirt
I'ma ride ride
Every a nigga get
I'ma squeeze I'ma
let my gun rip
R.I.P. Trav on real nigga shit
Real nigga click I'm on my bricksquad
One lousy ass bullet, fuckin stop me
I feel like Rocky when he fold on 'palo
I'ma certified G Waka too street
You can call me concrete, by grocery

I'ma
I'ma
live
I'ma
die
die
Fo' my dawgs
rob
rob
I'ma
I'ma
kill
I'ma
Fo' my dawgs

ride
I'ma
I'ma
I'ma
die
die
Fo' my dawgs
rob
rob
I'ma
steal
I'ma
kill
Fo' my dawgs