Luyện nghe bài hát 1-Luv

This is the operator, I have a call from
Hey yo' potnah main
Who is an inmate in a State prison
To charges, hang up now
To accept charges, press now

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Remember that game Fat Take Skinny Bank?
Well now we play Skinny Take Fat Bank
That's because it ain't no work offered main
They act they ain't even thinkin' 'bout us main

I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the
Did him bad, I had my candid camera, made me mad
be swarmin' like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources keys, oh please

One for the and two for death, three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya lil' 'bout me and the C L I C
We used to have to use for curtains, socks for wash towels
I was happy as hell when my cousin me his hand-me-downs

This ain't no happy Shirley talleistic crap
here is serious more Realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album man and I bet you
Folks that passed away, potnahs that been away
I miss you steal some main, who got some tissue

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Everybody wanna 'em up bang bang
Way I was we had to knuckle up and throw them thangs
We got 'em up and you I had to check 'em swell
'Cuz if I ran home and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that

received word from my folks upstate
They said, "They ta, they tryin' ta take away our weights
And no more beef and pork just Muslim and fish fork"
And laps around the with my Walkman bumpin' this

Now I'm ta get married, is it clever?
it was, till I got the Dear John letter
Been down for ten bucks and got a year stay
And I just found out she had her baby

Ain't nobody to see me yet but I ain't gonna worry
Man ya out there ballin' main can you drop a twenty upinmy
My family thinks that I'm a homie
When you see my momma man give her a hug for me and her

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Huh, thinkin' back, you gotta your back and play it well
Enjoyed when I was out there tryin' ta get in that mail
We used to kick it at the waterfront the Vallejo
the pervin' contestses between E-40 and Del

That's what we did up under the bridge fools up
Choppin' conversatin' gettin' toast up
Leanin' against my seamless convertible tops and cleaners
Them Click boys deep in cuts, actin' meanest

The good times, gone, here in the can is my new phone
Guess in order to do right I had to do some wrong
Picked up a yesterday and I was happy
It was a box and full of goodies my pappy

Tripped me out ain't or heard from Poppa Duke in years
Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they tears
See first you born then you then you die
One day soon I'll get try, 1-luv

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