Luyện nghe bài hát When The Chips Are Down

These niggaz wanna see me, of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get ass lay down

The paint is peeling, when the are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes and round

Funny how the world revolves my click
'Cause a year ago, nigga ain't had shit
Me and my right hand the same outfit
Which fuels the fire that I ear to outwit

It's the way that boy came up so quick
But that platinum niggaz blow your brain out, shit
I'm the new nigga the others can't
The rubber band man, be if I can

Let another feel my spot
If a nigga steal from me, it's the I pop
I'm on my grind, so if you thought I I'm not
Won't stop letting the steering wheel the block

The paint is peeling, when the chips are
You gotta lose all feeling, your head round and round
The paint is peeling, the chips are down
You gotta all feeling, your head goes round and round

Banks, think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the
I'm signed to the doctor, I got no patience
So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a

wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been
It died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001, I was playing my
And I heard 9 I'm faced down with my heart pacing

All I could think about was I had my
And my drugs in the
It was either or the state pen
I woke up of the coma, police for a statement

The is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your goes round and round
The paint is peeling, when the chips are
You lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his
Poppa left me all in the world to roam
But now I'm grown in my cell phone
A year now God did and L gone

And I'm sick boy, with the wrong click
To think that, before I let the song stick
Uh, who's a Please don't get me confused with him
'Cause I'm down to going all round or win

If I should die ride the jeep through the bride
Every block the projects is on my side
A ghetto's gone by the grand on my arm
Sick never hundred grand on my charm, you broke, nigga

The paint is peeling, the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head round and round
The paint is peeling, the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes and round