Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

I've been having some thoughts when that L blowin'
Niggas in jail it when you do it
Do it yourself and tell no one
You see them blowin'? I go to hell knowin'
That I had them sitting down like Terrell Owens

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

Dope in the charger, still smoking, L's
I'm coaching 'The Carter' call me L. Jackson
Niggas been fags, funny like
Me, I'm from the hood, my savings 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 open that damn block for the fame and the glory
I was to Jamrock's like Damien Marley

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

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

She chose me and blows me like she me
You knows me, I whatever life throws me, shows me
Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money and some of that good
Kush of 20, tell a few good jokes
But it's far funny when you in the hood broke

But see I what makes niggas underhand
So I put a hundred grand to put you on the land
This ain't what you man

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

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

I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the
Hate niggas that keep talking, they be informants
Brooklyn 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 these rapping 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

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

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

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

Trickin' on niggas, a lil' kiddie on 'em
My niggas'll 'em, they empty out the semis on 'em
rather spit on God then go against him
They was second guessing then up convinced 'em

They can't me in a dark gray Jag
Seats the same leather as the J bag
Jaz, the kind of that the Narcs may tag
'Cause I'm bringing the kind of butter Parque had

Y'know, I ain't a hoe that'll want a nickel of
The street bitch need a stack as thick as a curb
And you might catch a in the 'burbs
Maybe 'cause I'm nice with the nails, and slick with the

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, to spizzaz
I'm better shabizzaz with a little pizzaz
I sworn in just to join in
family since the moment that I was born in

And money is hereditary
That kush got my eyes red as cherry
These bitches waiting on their next
I'm in the XK8 with the of an ex-Playmate
And I'm still holding the SK straight,