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 lyin
Aint no or no steam in this iron
But it is a permanent
Have these 38 spray starch your chest
you stiff
Coroners make 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 through your clothes like you put on cologne
If it's not violence or drugs I have 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 you about a key
And what I'll do to children if they jerk me
me , never , that'll be a sin
I'ma put the Bible to 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 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 will hold it
(You know the LOX hold it)

I'm in the game
I still the back of the train
And sit right next to jake with a package of
Niggas say he than me you call him a liar
I got the T T the same color as fire
You just gettin a
Puttin shit in the
Stop
I have doorag lookin Jamaican
Holey as the in the front of the church
Then find you with no back plus one in your
I can't for the day you get murt
I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work
I love , 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 act silly 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 right
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 in the clique
How all of us
In a three room and we all on the floor
I reflect to the days I thought of the whip
Now I come through the and niggas cuffin they bitch
Feel to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists
Or Sheek on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick
I rock no jewels
But I pops my
And I work my to do a buck 68
P hit you in the head like a dutch to the
Or a cup full of
Come and fuck you nigga
'cause I make money
take blood from me
If you wanna a point pull a joint shoot dummies

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