Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that im 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.

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Hold up, ay, I just sent another kite, to my thats 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 coke, hit him with 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 shirt with his picture, rich ass nuts cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (i still miss you), I it,
For like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who aint livin,
And anybody else that died in the struggle, and anybody else 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 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, got to suffer 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 cant his arms or his legs, man,
Im doin this one for the tears that were shed, for all the niggas that was 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 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 cause your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck niggas tho,
You dont need em on the real homie, real, real, you already know what it is, bein locked up niggas 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 in the pen aint for a real nigga,
True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya time like a G fuck 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 pots and watched that shit bubble,
And them niggas stood on the and watched that 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 change ima try and change that, and just to think about the niggas I cant 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 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 gotta ride low-key and under cover.

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