Luyện nghe bài hát You Told Me

(Sheek ad libbing)

Now you can me on this
I my gun
Also me on this
I my biz
I knew it was my house when Run was it was his
I lyin
Aint no cords or no steam in iron
But it is a press
Have these 38 shells spray starch chest
Leave you
Coroners ashes of you
In rap I'm like God forever above you
If I don't do it all I just dial my
And you get sprayed through your clothes you put on cologne
If not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit
I be lyin if I some spiritual shit
Kirk Franklin and them
Y'all aint me
I tell you about God but I can tell you about a key
And what I'll do to children if they jerk me
Hurt me , , that'll be a sin
I'ma put the Bible to your and shoot through Matthew verse 10

C'mon

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

I'm back in the
I still ride the of the train
And sit right next to jake with a package of
Niggas say he realer than me you him a liar
I got the outtie T T the same as fire
You gettin a name
Puttin in the game
Stop
I your doorag lookin Jamaican
as the water in the front of the church
Then find you with no back one in your earth
I can't wait for the day you get
'cause I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out
I myself , my family , and love my son
Love my niggas and love Air Force Ones
And besides I'm open off the dro and the guns
And the you could get from a hoe in the slums
Niggas always act till you show em the milly
Then they got the nerve to ask you why you kill me
Uhh

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I know it aint
For me to to God
But I to God that I'll murder you dog
And I it aint right
For me to dope
Rob stores but I gotta run from the law
niggas in the clique
How all of us
In a three room 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 spend a buck on his wrists
Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Rican chick
I dont no jewels
But I my tools
And I work my coupe to do a 68
P hit you in the head a dutch to the face
Or a cup full of
Come and fuck you nigga
'cause I make money
Gotta take from me
If you wanna prove a point pull a joint dummies

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