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 forget you, im still here waitin cause you still my nigga.

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Hold up, ay, I sent another kite, to my people 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 over coke, hit him with conspiracy he was on the boat, they say he'll do 15 at the most,
We for an appeal, but it is what 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 you), I represent it,
For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who livin,
And anybody else that died in the struggle, and anybody else behind bars cause 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 dead and gone, im 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 child with the dead dad,
For my lil brother who was just in the crash, now he feel his arms 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 door while they told

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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 know the streets miss you they ask about you errday, so you maintian,
Get up out this okay, though I you hot cause your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho,
You dont need em on the real homie, real, real, you know what it is, bein locked up niggas dont give a fuck,
Only real niggas gon 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 time a G fuck what the streets said,
The way you drugged gurantee be on ya feet man, aint 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 pots and watched that shit bubble,
And them niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and said nothin,
Look, aint that many alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother up, doin 25,
And when I get some change ima try and change that, and just to think the niggas I cant bring back,
And can we please have a moment of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer us,
For all the niggas that pro-longed in the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we 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 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.