Luyện nghe bài hát Any Meanz

(check it out)
In the muthafuckin' (geah)
For the
Mr tony back in the house y'know I'm sayin'
ounce hoodlums in the house

Deadly is what I'm bringin'
Be's the problem solver when my starts singin'
A line between life and death you're stuck
When my mind turns so I'm mentally fucked
I be bringin' the pain like
Inject the meth in your you're seeing thangs insane
points start to spit
Regulate block no bullshit
a u-turn the tyres burn rubber g
Retaliation of the robberies me
No
Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the path
Chest
Buckshots yo' whole side
N 2 deep no sleep we ride claim that west gang
the side of ridahs
Gang of out the windows is if we responds
Homicides: chalked up for the victory
Y'all know it's compton 4 life, no killin' me

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For years we've been accustomed to serves the
On the streets the works stuffed away in jeans
Bitches and niggas do things
Buck buck for the by any meanz...

I cheese no bullshit you better know it
If it's a contest to be the i'ma show it
It's all for the
Divine, cristal, no wine, top
digits is the destiny
Don't let the feds, the get the best of me
You who got it, heavyweight
No sacks shit
Bitches beg mr. you just don't quit!
Cash to make fat flips since '86
Where the cash connects western union mix
Hoes got the up straight back and no stoppin'
And watch out for the
Cause they might got the word
Who to west side got the bitches on deck
Check it, for 20's and they gettin' naked
Y'all knows the deal it's nines I tote
On a mission, premonition, money to coke

Chorus...

One time got me on a pursuit
Yell freeze in the air as start to shoot (get up!)
Money that I loot thus the chase
Plea's no when I'm slapped with a case
put my bail at a mill
Free as a bird, lawyer to fight appeal
got the co - nnections which direction
Fly straight through your intersection
Reflections of the way life to be
Where me amigos gave of love on the kilos
the g way
Five floats on the freeway
In the d-game got a name blowin' the chronic
Too difficult to get with the west
No gin and tonic, situations
Bullets spittin' too fast like my bionic

Chorus...