Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

I've been having some deep thoughts that L blowin'
Niggas in jail it when you do it
Do it yourself and never no one
You see them shells I go to hell knowin'
That I had them eagles down like Terrell Owens

I spell evil backwards, I gotta
If money's the root to evil then it, I'm an evil bastard
You know that diesel acid when it the masses
I swear to God, it'll burn, these streets to ashes

in the charger, still smoking, L's laughing
I'm coaching 'The Carter' call me L. Jackson
Niggas been fags, like Sinbad
Me, I'm from the hood, my life in a gym bag

I'm flamin' the 40, I even sorry
If you with kids then I put your brain on your shorty
I ain't open that block for the fame and the glory
I was hoping to like Damien Marley

Ayo, I'm living better, letter with a set of wings
Butter leather, hoody and some better bling
Black beretta, these niggas better not said a thing
For the cheddar, I'm not a forgetter or a thing

I could get her, have to sweat her or to get her things
I could dead her or better just to let her cling
When you met her she was better Coretta King
Y'all lived together, she was get a wedding ring

She chose me and me like she owes me
You knows me, I whatever life throws me, shows me
Girls like boys, they like cars, money and some of that good smoke
jars of 20, tell a few good jokes
But it's far from funny when you in the broke

But see I understand what niggas underhand
So I put a hundred grand just to put you on the
ain't what you wanted man

I'm a for every rapper breathing, on every track I'm eating
It's a fact I'ma be a factor and wrap the
I my strap and squeezing
out with a pack of demons that'll leave the pastor bleeding

You ain't gotta ask the reason, I it's jack or scheming
You can see the tiger stripe J from a away
white and glasses geaming
Chain's so sick I need a piece for it
I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to for it

I'm if you look closely you can see the Taurus
Hate niggas that talking, they usually be informants
That bullshit, you better believe, I'm on it
You know if my team would
(Flow)
Put G's up on it

But naw, I don't get along with these cats
They mad my chain the same as their platinum plaques
That's a fact, let me get mine then that
I'm completely done with rap, you cats can it back

Heaven hammering sport for the winter
Summer for the winter
long john weather fiends come in shorts in the winter
Sure it snows in the winter, hope you getting my
And you should hold your back when you getting the drip

Drip the grip, I could cover the order
When I floss, I'm a boss, I front you a quarter
See the cross all flooded, little in the border
And I got a divorce so I'm looking for Run's daughter

Tell the Rev that I'm dealing with some
The on him 'cause the coupe still a see through
Danky women, Denim
His pockets gotta be nauseous, the keep spinnin'

on niggas, throw a lil' kiddie on 'em
My niggas'll seek 'em, empty out the semis on 'em
You'd spit on God then go against him
They was second then squad up convinced 'em

They take me in a dark gray Jag
the same leather as the Mark J bag
Jaz, the kind of bitch the Narcs may tag
I'm bringing the kind of butter like Parque had

Y'know, I a hoe that'll want a nickel of herb
The bitch need a stack that's as thick as a curb
And you might catch a in the 'burbs
Maybe 'cause I'm nice with the nails, and slick the verbs

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, fizzaz to
I'm like shabizzaz with a little pizzaz
I wasn't sworn in just to in
Been family since the moment I was born in

And getting money is
California kush got my eyes red as cherry
These bitches waiting on their payday
I'm in the XK8 with the body of an
And I'm holding the SK straight, nigga