Luyện nghe bài hát You Told Me

(Sheek ad libbing)

Now you can quote me on
I my gun
quote 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 your chest
you stiff
Coroners ashes of you
In rap I'm like God nigga forever you
If I don't do it all I dial my phone
And you get sprayed your clothes like you put on cologne
If it's not violence or I have nothing to spit
I be lyin if I talk spiritual shit
Like Kirk and them
Y'all just 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
I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot Matthew verse 10

C'mon

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[Eve and
You me you would bust your guns 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 will hold it down
(You know the LOX hold it)

I'm in the game
I still the back of the train
And sit right to jake with a package of caine
Niggas say he realer than me you call him a
I got the outtie T T the color as fire
You just a name
shit in the game
Stop
I have doorag lookin Jamaican
Holey as the water in the front of the
Then find you with no back one in your earth
I wait for the day you get murt
'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 white Air Force Ones
And besides that I'm open off the dro and the
And the head you could get a hoe in the slums
Niggas always act silly till you show em the
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 gotta run from the law
niggas in the clique
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 come through the scene and cuffin they bitch
Feel good to see Kiss spend a 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 to do a buck 68
P hit you in the head like a to the face
Or a cup of liquor
Come and fuck you nigga
'cause I make drug
take blood from me
If you wanna prove a point a joint shoot dummies

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