Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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

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Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my people locked, they say he had another fight (again),
say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin 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, say he'll 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 with his picture, rich ass nuts cross on a nigga,
fuck how they 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 else that in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause they hustle.

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Im this one for the thugs, and them niggas on the corner every morning gettin money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun, and now they dead and gone, im doin 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 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 one for the tears that were shed, for all the niggas that was sentenced to the state or the feds,
To all the who was givin they bows after talkin to the door while they homeboys told

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Listen bra I know you on that day to jump, but keep ya head up boy because its soon to come,
Cause you know the streets miss you they ask you errday, so you gotta maintian,
Get up out this okay, though I know you hot your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho,
You dont need em on the homie, real, real, you already know what it is, bein locked up niggas dont give a fuck,
Only real niggas gon keep it treal with you, and you know im blood, what you im'a get you,
Cuz ima it down on some real shit nigga, bein caged in the pen aint for a real nigga,
True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya time a G fuck what the streets said,
The way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya feet man, aint no 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 niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and aint said nothin,
Look, aint many 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 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 metro-s and TGK and star-k, we block raised,
Cops couldnt stop pay, we got rocks so we open up shop today, is hard, plus life is a mothafucka,
We ride low-key and ride 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.