Luyện nghe bài hát You Told Me

(Sheek ad libbing)

Now you can quote me on
I my gun
Also quote me on
I my biz
I knew it was my house when Run was it was his
I aint
no cords or no steam in this iron
But it is a press
Have 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 dial my
And you get sprayed your clothes like you put on cologne
If it's not or drugs I have nothing to spit
I be lyin if I talk some spiritual
Like Kirk Franklin and
just aint me
I can't tell you about God but I can tell you a key
And what do to God's children if they jerk me
Hurt me , , that'll be a sin
put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10

C'mon

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

I'm back in the
I still the back of the train
And sit next to jake with a package of caine
say he realer than me you call him a liar
I got the outtie T T the same as fire
You just a name
Puttin shit in the
fakin
I have your lookin Jamaican
Holey as the in the front of the church
Then find you with no back plus one in earth
I can't wait for the day you get
'cause throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work
I love myself , my , and love my son
Love my niggas and 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 always act silly till you show em the
Then they got the to ask you why you wanna kill me
Uhh

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I know it aint
For me to to God
But I swear to God that murder you dog
And I know it right
For me to dope
Rob stores but I gotta run from the law
Twenty niggas in the
How all of us
In a three room apartment and we all on the
I to the days I thought of bustin the whip
Now I through the scene and niggas cuffin 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 my tools
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
and fuck with you nigga
'cause I drug money
Gotta blood from me
If you wanna prove a point pull a shoot dummies

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