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 who sittin and aint snitchin,
And all the niggas who gone, I aint forget you, im still here cause you still 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 ass for tryin him like a hoe (thats my nigga),
Treetum gone, all over coke, hit him with conspiracy cause he was on the boat, 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, ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they nigga I still miss you (i still miss you), I represent 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 they hustle.

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Im doin this one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every morning money,
Yes sir, and who died by the gun, and now they dead and gone, im doin this one for the deaf, the crippled, and blind,
For those who strong, and they lost they mind, im doin 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 the dead beat dad,
For my lil brother who was in the crash, now he cant 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 while they 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 you they 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 with you, and you know im blood, what you need get you,
Cuz ima hold it down on some real shit nigga, caged 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 will see I playin.

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You see I do it for the hustle, and the who stood over pots and watched that shit bubble,
And them niggas stood on the block and that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and aint said 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 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 pay, we got rocks so we open 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 forgotten about, counting down until you get out, until then were holding it down, doing this for you.