Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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

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Hold up, ay, I just another kite, to my people thats locked, they say he had another fight (again),
They say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin a niggas ass for tryin him 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,
Thats why I got a free lou shirt with his picture, rich ass niggas cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how feel nigga I still miss you (i still miss you), I represent it,
For niggas chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who aint livin,
And anybody that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause they hustle.

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Im doin one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every morning gettin money,
Yes sir, and those who by the gun, and now they dead and gone, im doin this one for the deaf, the crippled, and blind,
For those who went strong, and they lost they mind, im this 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 child with the beat dad,
For my lil who was just in the crash, now he cant feel his arms or his legs, man,
Im doin this one for the tears 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 while they homeboys told

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Listen bra I know you waitin on that day to jump, but keep ya head up boy 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, fuck them tho,
You dont need em on the real homie, real, real, you already know what it is, bein locked up niggas give a fuck,
Only real niggas gon keep it treal you, and you know im blood, what you need im'a get you,
Cuz ima hold it down on some real shit nigga, bein caged in the pen aint for a nigga,
True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya time like a G fuck the streets said,
The way you drugged gurantee be on ya feet man, aint no bullshit bra, you will see I aint playin.

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You see I do it for the hustle, and the niggas who stood over pots and watched shit bubble,
And them niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and aint nothin,
Look, aint that alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother locked up, doin 25,
And I get some change ima try and change that, and just to think about the niggas 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 that in the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we block raised,
Cops couldnt stop pay, we got rocks so we up shop today, times is hard, plus life is a mothafucka,
We gotta ride low-key and under cover.

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