Luyện nghe bài hát We Out Chea

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

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

2]
Look, it's with me

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

3]
Now uh-oh, there go boy Quik
This nigga here a
He two glocks 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
we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef
No time for playin'
Run with a bunch of killas who 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 time we guys
Fifty-one fifty, shit get in my city
Pistol grippin's
Nigga play, get it
I'll talk, I'll walk it out, so you see me fo' you hear me
Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck a nigga

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


Who ride for you?
Choppin'



R.I.P
Rest in
We dat boss shit
Play now, cry later,
you to the gators mane
Try to send a message, why I got that "Fuck you Haters" chain
10, I've been a beast
Ain't to find, I'm in the streets
Pocket in the club, murk yo' ass instantly