Luyện nghe bài hát All Day

[Intro: G
Young on the beat
G
You know I'm a street nigga--real street nigga and common sense
know you 'posed to get money, stay out the way

[Verse 1: G
Lookin' down the of that hammer for my last time
Made me slow down, at life
Why I'm just gon' give you
'09 I was doin'
Broke as fuck, shirts, on the bus
Since I been gettin' paper, shit holdin' up
I never break nigga, fold for
damn waist still loaded up
it up
If you throwin' Bs, nigga, it up
Niggas know up
If you book me for a show, know I it up
Soon as he pull up through the back of the door, got poles wit' us
And I'm as fuck
Only up 10K bankrolls and up
10K, a backend
another 100 racks out the bank, put it back in
Be safe if you
How 'bout blow the whole 30 shots and get in?
Keep your up in the rack then
Yeah, okay, get whacked
Better have eyes in your then
Better keep the on your lap then
Better keep your on [?]
I'm just gon' put one up in yo' chest
Better go faster than the feds
Okay, we givin' face shots, nothin' than
On the 24, no restin'
over niggas, drop 10 out FNs
I don't give a fuck, I lost my best friend
All this money must be why I'm stressed
Too many I was close to death in the streets
I'ma keep gridin', keep checks in
Gotta kill by any
next to me
I can't defeat
Pickin' up three backends weekend, that's a least 60 racks a week

[Chorus: G
Alleys, corners,
orders all day
Posted wit' them out there all day
I wit' my niggas out there all day
Alleys, corners,
orders all day
Posted wit' them out there all day
I been wit' my niggas out all day

2: Blac Youngsta]
Everything I grind for
You I work hard for mines, bro
They showed me love when I was broke, then changed when I signed, bro
turn their back on me
Swear to God, that's a homie
At first them niggas they was black wit' me, they went a little black on me
got a little more dogs
I got a little smart
I backed away from that bullshit, then I got a more far
I'm the most gangster nigga my city
I don't wanna 'cause it ain't my business
I give a fuck about her feelings
Fuck that bitch I don't want that bitch, I don't want
I was in a drug bust wit' my dope on the
Gun on the seat wit' my ankle bracelet on my feet
I been on the all day
Shot a in the hallway
you ever ran in the corner store, pulled a stickup broad day?
Shout out grandma she put me out
Shout out nigga ever [?] me out
nigga threw a cross at me, same nigga that ain't wit' me now
Same niggas when I to jail, they ain't make my [?]
Same bitch broke bad I did time
Same fucked my bitch when I was on the run

[Chorus: G
Alleys, corners,
Placin' all day
Posted wit' pistols out there all day
I been wit' my out there all day
Alleys, corners,
orders all day
Posted them pistols out there all day
I been wit' my out there all day