Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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I do it for the hustlers, you right that im doing it for the niggas who sittin and aint snitchin,
And all the niggas who gone, I aint you, im still here waitin cause 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),
They say he got 30 days in the hole for a niggas 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, they say do 15 at the most,
We prayin for an appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my uncle snitchin,
Thats why I got a free lou shirt his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel nigga I still 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 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 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 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 doin this one for the tears that 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 homeboys

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Listen bra I you waitin on that day to jump, but keep ya head up boy because its soon to come,
you know the streets miss you they ask about you errday, so you gotta maintian,
Get up out okay, though I know you hot cause your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho,
You dont need em on the real homie, real, real, you already know it is, bein locked up niggas dont 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 for a real nigga,
True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya time like a G fuck what the said,
The way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya feet man, 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 money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and aint said nothin,
Look, aint that many alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil 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 niggas that pro-longed in the and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we block raised,
Cops couldnt stop pay, we got rocks so we open up shop today, 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, until then were holding it down, were this for you.