Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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

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Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my thats locked, they say he had another fight (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 over coke, hit him 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 uncle real, my aint snitchin,
Thats why I got a free lou shirt with his picture, rich ass niggas cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel nigga I still you (i still miss you), I represent it,
For niggas chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who aint livin,
And anybody else that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars they hustle.

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

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Listen bra I know you waitin on that day to jump, but keep ya up boy because its soon to come,
Cause you know the streets miss you ask about you errday, so you gotta 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 real homie, real, real, you already what it is, bein locked up niggas dont give a fuck,
Only real niggas gon keep it with you, and you know 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,
True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya time like a G 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 over pots and watched that shit bubble,
And them niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and said nothin,
Look, aint that many alive, but I know ridin, my lil brother locked up, doin 25,
And when I get some change ima try and change that, and to think about the niggas I cant bring back,
And can we please have a of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer around us,
For all the that pro-longed in the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we block raised,
Cops couldnt stop pay, we got so we open up shop today, times is hard, plus life is a mothafucka,
We gotta low-key and ride under cover.

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