Luyện nghe bài hát You Told Me

(Sheek ad libbing)

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

C'mon

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

I'm in the game
I still the back of the train
And sit right next to jake a package of caine
Niggas say he realer me you call him a liar
I got the T T the same color as fire
You just gettin a
shit in the game
Stop
I have your doorag lookin
Holey as the in the front of the church
Then find you with no back 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 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 from a hoe in the
always act silly till you show em the milly
Then got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me
Uhh

2X

I it aint right
For me to to God
But I swear to God I'll murder you dog
And I know it right
For me to sell
Rob but I still gotta run from the law
Twenty in the clique
How all of us
In a three apartment and we all on the floor
I reflect to the days I of bustin the whip
Now I come the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch
Feel to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists
Or Sheek frontin on a jet ski a Puerto 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 of liquor
Come and fuck you nigga
'cause I drug money
take blood from me
If you wanna prove a pull a joint shoot dummies

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