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 forget you, im here waitin cause you still my nigga.

1]
Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my people thats locked, they say he had another (again),
They say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin a niggas ass for 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 for an appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my uncle aint snitchin,
Thats why I got a free lou shirt his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (i still miss you), I represent it,
For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and who aint livin,
And else that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause they hustle.

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Im doin this one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every 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 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 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 talkin 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 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 dont a fuck,
Only real niggas gon keep it treal with you, and you know im blood, what you im'a get you,
Cuz ima hold it down on some real shit nigga, caged in the pen aint for a real nigga,
True not fictions, im all in, do ya time like a G fuck what 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 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 when I get some change ima try and change that, and just to think the niggas I cant bring back,
And can we please have a moment of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer 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 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.