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 Run was sayin it was his
I lyin
Aint no cords or no steam in this
But it is a press
Have these 38 shells spray your chest
you stiff
Coroners make of you
In rap I'm God nigga forever above you
If I do it all I just dial my phone
And you get sprayed through clothes like you put on cologne
If not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit
I be lyin if I talk some shit
Like Kirk Franklin and
Y'all aint me
I can't 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 , , that'll be a sin
I'ma put the Bible to your head and shoot through Matthew 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 always sling your
(Sling the green)
Now you're away and all that I need
(You're all I need baby)
But L-O-X hold it down
(You know the LOX hold it)

I'm in the game
I still the back of the train
And sit right next to with a package of caine
Niggas say he than me you call him a liar
I got the outtie T T the same color as
You just gettin a
Puttin in the game
fakin
I have doorag lookin Jamaican
Holey as the water in the of the church
Then find you with no plus one in your earth
I wait for the day you get murt
I'ma throw a free party at the Tunnel and give out work
I love myself , my family , and my son
Love my niggas and love white Air Ones
And besides that I'm open off the dro and the
And the head you get from a hoe in the slums
Niggas act silly till you show em the milly
Then got the nerve to ask you why you wanna kill me
Uhh

2X

I know it aint
For me to to God
But I swear to God I'll murder you dog
And I know it aint
For me to sell
Rob but I still gotta run from the law
Twenty niggas in the
How all of us
In a three room apartment and we all on the
I reflect to the I thought of bustin the whip
Now I come the scene and niggas cuffin they bitch
good to see Kiss spend a buck on his wrists
Or frontin on a jet ski with a Puerto Rican chick
I rock no jewels
But I my tools
And I work my to do a buck 68
P hit you in the like a dutch to the face
Or a cup of liquor
Come and with you nigga
'cause I make drug
take blood from me
If you prove a point pull a joint shoot dummies

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