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 forget you, im still here 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 conspiracy cause he was on the boat, they say he'll do 15 at the most,
We prayin for an appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my aint snitchin,
Thats why I got a free lou shirt with his picture, ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (i still you), I represent it,
For like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who aint livin,
And anybody else that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind cause 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 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 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 just in the crash, now he cant feel his or his legs, man,
Im doin this one for the 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 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 miss you ask about you errday, so you gotta maintian,
Get up out this okay, though I know you hot cause your homeboys shittin on ya, 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,
real niggas gon keep it treal with 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 aint for a nigga,
True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya 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 that 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 brother locked up, 25,
And when I get change ima try and change that, and just to think about the niggas I cant bring back,
And can we please have a moment of silence, for all the thats no longer around 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 rocks so we open up shop today, times is hard, plus is a mothafucka,
We ride 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, doing this for you.