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 Run was sayin it was his
I lyin
Aint no cords or no in this iron
But it is a press
Have these 38 shells spray starch your
Leave you
Coroners ashes of you
In rap I'm God nigga forever above you
If I don't do it all I just dial my
And you get sprayed through clothes like you put on cologne
If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to
I be lyin if I talk some shit
Like Kirk and them
just aint me
I tell you about God but I can tell you about a key
And what I'll do to God's children if jerk me
Hurt me , never , be a sin
put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew verse 10

C'mon

2X:
[Eve and
You told me you would bust guns for me
(Yeah bust gun dog)
You said you'd always your pounds
(Sling the green)
Now away and you're all that I need
(You're all that I baby)
But L-O-X hold it down
(You know the LOX hold it)

I'm in the game
I ride 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 color as
You gettin a name
Puttin in the game
Stop
I have your doorag Jamaican
Holey as the in the front of the church
find you with no back plus one in your earth
I can't for the day you get murt
'cause I'ma a free party at the Tunnel and give out work
I love , my family , and love my son
Love my niggas and love Air Force Ones
And besides that I'm open off the dro and the
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

2X

I know it aint
For me to to God
But I swear to God that I'll you dog
And I know it aint
For me to dope
Rob stores but I gotta run from the law
Twenty niggas in the
How all of us
In a three 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
good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists
Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican
I dont rock no
But I my tools
And I my coupe to do a buck 68
P hit you in the head like a dutch to the
Or a cup full of
Come and fuck with you
I make drug money
Gotta blood from me
If you wanna prove a point pull a shoot dummies

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