Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that im doing it for the niggas who and aint snitchin,
And all the niggas who gone, I aint forget you, im still here 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 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 real, my uncle aint snitchin,
Thats why I got a free lou shirt with his picture, rich ass niggas nuts on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel nigga I still miss you (i still you), I represent it,
For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who livin,
And anybody else that 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 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 brother who was in the crash, now he cant feel his arms or his legs, man,
Im doin this one for the tears that 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 door while they homeboys

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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 the streets miss you they ask about 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 real homie, real, real, you already know what it is, bein up niggas dont 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 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 bullshit bra, you see I aint playin.

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You see I do it for the hustle, and the niggas who stood over and watched that 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 that many alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother locked up, 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 moment of silence, for all the 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 stop pay, we got rocks 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 until you get out, until then were holding it down, were doing this for you.