Luyện nghe bài hát We Out Chea

Bitch, we out chea! (What, nigga!?)
All the way the way
All the way, 100
We the five-one
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
All the way the way
All the way, 100
We the slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
All the way the way
All the way, 100
We the savage
Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty, we out chea
Fifty-one fifty, fifty, we out chea

1]
OK, now ain't I, ain't I out
Five-one,
All the way the way
Fuck me, die slow
my first rock at 96, straight off the porch
Daddy gone, comin' home
That's all I
So I'm out the do', strapped up, ready to roll
Dickies cuffed up, fucked up, off that and X-O
With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit
the consequences
Have all you jumpin' fences
So, you see, I've dumb
where I'm from
When I it niggas come
man, job done
After it's Jurassic Park
tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves
We all G's
Main mane in the grave behind some bullshit
So it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit
Outta here, dead
Fuck you and your street
I with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be, we game

2]
Look, gutter with me

Ain't rasslin' or no me
It's straight with me
Look, as a peon, been known to get it on
Ran with cut-throaters
with no hope-a
The street life is all I know, all I live
So yo' best Respect the kid
Fifty-one fifty, I mean
If you happy, nigga I that
Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that at

3]
Now uh-oh, there go that boy
This nigga here a
He two glocks under just in case it get drastic
Head first, fifty, ain't got no mind
Hopped off the porch and hit a 9, the slangin' iron
fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street
100, we do no
we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef
No for playin' games
Run with a bunch of killas who certified and well

4]
Bitch, I'm out
All the way the way
hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, nigga, play you late
All the way 100, 99, I cut my time
It's E-N-T, it's 6th Street, at the time we wise guys
fifty, shit get wicked in my city
Pistol addictive
play, nigga get it
I'll talk, walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me
Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck over a

5]
Bitch, we out chea, in the
like Percy D


Who ride for you?
Choppin'



R.I.P
Rest in
We dat boss gangsta
now, cry later, mane
Feed you to the mane
Try to send a message, that's why I got "Fuck you Haters" chain
Since 10, been a beast
hard to find, I'm in the streets
Pocket monster in the club, yo' ass instantly