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

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

2]
Look, it's with me

Ain't rasslin' or no me
It's straight bustin' me
Look, as a peon, I've been to get it on
Ran straight 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 mean
If you happy, I seen that
Supply my own smoke, never where that green at

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

4]
Bitch, I'm out
All the way the way
They hustlin', 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-one fifty, shit get in my city
Pistol grippin's
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 over a nigga

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


Who gon' for you?
fools



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