Luyện nghe bài hát You Told Me

(Sheek ad libbing)

Now you can quote me on
I my gun
Also me on this
I my biz
I it was my house when Run was sayin it was his
I aint
Aint no or no steam in this iron
But it is a permanent
these 38 shells spray starch your chest
Leave you
Coroners make of you
In rap I'm like God nigga above you
If I don't do it all I just my phone
And you get sprayed your clothes like you put on cologne
If it's not violence or drugs I nothing to spit
I be lyin if I talk spiritual shit
Like Franklin and them
just aint me
I can't tell you God but I can tell you about a key
And what I'll do to God's if they jerk me
Hurt me , never , be a sin
I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew 10

C'mon

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[Eve and
You told me you would bust your for me
(Yeah your gun dog)
You said you'd always sling your
(Sling the green)
Now you're and you're all that I need
(You're all I need baby)
But L-O-X hold it down
(You know the LOX gonna it)

I'm back in the
I ride the back of the train
And sit right next to jake a package of caine
Niggas say he than me you call him a liar
I got the outtie T T the color as fire
You just gettin a
shit in the game
Stop
I your doorag lookin Jamaican
Holey as the in the front of the church
Then find you with no back plus one in earth
I can't for the day you get murt
'cause I'ma throw a free party at the and give out work
I myself , my family , and love my son
my niggas and love white Air Force Ones
And besides I'm open off the dro and the guns
And the head you get from a hoe in the slums
Niggas act silly till you show em the milly
Then they got the nerve to ask you why you wanna me
Uhh

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I know it right
For me to to God
But I to God that I'll murder you dog
And I know it aint
For me to sell
Rob stores but I still run from the law
Twenty in the clique
How all of us
In a room apartment and we all on the floor
I reflect to the I thought of bustin the whip
Now I come through the scene and niggas they bitch
Feel good to see Kiss spend a buck on his
Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican
I dont no jewels
But I pops my
And I work my to do a buck 68
P hit you in the head like a to the face
Or a cup full of
Come and with you nigga
'cause I make drug
Gotta take blood me
If you wanna prove a point a joint shoot dummies

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