Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that im doing it for the niggas who sittin and snitchin,
And all the niggas who gone, I aint forget you, im here waitin cause you still my nigga.

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Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my people thats locked, they say he had another (again),
say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin a niggas ass for tryin him like a hoe (thats my nigga),
Treetum gone, all coke, hit him with conspiracy cause he was on the boat, they say he'll do 15 at the most,
We prayin for an appeal, but it is what it is, my real, my uncle aint snitchin,
why I got a free lou shirt with his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (i still miss you), I it,
For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and who aint livin,
And anybody else that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause hustle.

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Im doin this one for the thugs, and them on the corner every morning gettin money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun, and now they dead and gone, im this one for the deaf, the crippled, and blind,
For those who went strong, and they lost mind, im doin this one for the low income, the slaws, the homies, the basers, and bongs,
For the good, got to suffer with the bad, and for the mother of the child with the dead beat dad,
For my lil brother who was just in the crash, now he feel his arms or his legs, man,
Im this one for the tears that were shed, for all the niggas that was sentenced to the state or the feds,
To all the does who was givin they bows after talkin to the door they homeboys told

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Listen bra I know you on that day to jump, but keep ya head up boy because its soon to come,
Cause you know the streets miss you they ask about you errday, so you maintian,
Get up out this okay, though I know you hot cause your homeboys shittin on ya, them niggas tho,
You dont need em on the homie, real, real, you already know what it is, bein locked up niggas dont give a fuck,
Only real niggas gon keep it treal with you, and you im blood, what you need im'a get you,
Cuz ima hold it down on some real shit nigga, bein in the pen aint for a real nigga,
fact not fictions, im all in, do ya time like a G fuck what the streets said,
The way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya feet man, aint no bullshit bra, you see I aint playin.

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You see I do it for the hustle, and the niggas who stood over pots and that shit bubble,
And them niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who up to cops and aint said nothin,
Look, aint that alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother locked up, doin 25,
And when I get some change ima try and change that, and just to think about the I cant bring back,
And can we please a moment of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer around us,
For all the niggas pro-longed in the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we block raised,
Cops couldnt stop pay, we got rocks so we open up today, times is hard, plus life is a mothafucka,
We gotta ride low-key and ride cover.

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Dont think your forgotten about, counting down you get out, until then were holding it down, were doing this for you.