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 five-one
Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty, we out chea
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out

1]
OK, now I, ain't I out chea?
Five-one,
All the way the way
with me, die slow
Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the
Daddy gone, never home
all I know
So I'm out the do', strapped up, ready to roll
Dickies up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O
With that in me, I'll go do the shit myself
Fuck the
all you niggas jumpin' fences
So, you see, I've been
Reppin' where I'm
When I drop it come
man, job done
After dark Jurassic Park
Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the leaves
We all G's
Main in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit
So when it's time to them K's, I don't bullshit
Outta here, meat
you and your whole street
I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be, we

2]
Look, it's gutter me

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

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

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

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


Who gon' ride for
Choppin'



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