Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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I do it for the hustlers, you damn right 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 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 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 it is, my uncle real, my uncle aint snitchin,
Thats why I got a free lou with his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (i miss you), I represent it,
For niggas chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who aint livin,
And anybody else that 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 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 with the dead 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 that were shed, for all the that was sentenced to the state or the feds,
To all the does who was givin bows after 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 head up boy because its to come,
Cause you know the streets 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 what it is, bein locked up dont give a fuck,
Only real niggas gon keep it treal with you, and you im blood, what you need im'a get you,
Cuz ima hold it down on some shit nigga, bein 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, 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 that 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 when I get some ima try and change that, and just to think about the niggas I cant bring back,
And can we have a moment of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer around us,
For all the niggas that pro-longed in the county and and TGK and star-k, nigga we block raised,
Cops couldnt stop pay, we got rocks so we open up shop today, times is hard, plus is a mothafucka,
We gotta ride low-key and ride cover.

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