Luyện nghe bài hát Dickie Fits

See we thugged out for a reason
Niggaz ain't thuggin, because, like the look nigga
Or they like to be on these streets
Nigga we cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from
Ca$hville, nigga

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I had to step back and myself, overlook employees
And see how much juice was left niggaz came for me
Revolvers to fullies my ki' movings
game from Baby watchin old mob movies
Two all gold clips, go with this uzi
To keep you bitches 'round Christmas time when the jackers choosin
refusin feel that heat first, shit gets deeper
See when we beef we yo' street hurt, check yo' beeper
The job is done when you get
calls talkin 'bout son your lil' brother all alone
My attitude can quickly change
Heads get bust open like Priest when he poppin
No role models to up to when you ghetto raised
Leavin no clues, stack revenues in different
that deuce 57 and get yourself two K's
Then let a know how much mo' you made in two days

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How can a nigga another nigga for the way he would plan
His operation led to destination under
Some niggaz playin me are scared to stand behind their steel
up and break up what was organized for years
Shed tears, when white hand a nigga a L
up and fuck all up a nigga mail
Beeper reportin low, when you put in a
Put it in your mind, that's the first sign they on the trail
Where I dwell, there's plenty shit be hard to tell
who doin the yap so they tappin up the cells
you lived on the hill, was never late payin yo' bills
Now you back to the projects, shit out here real
lackin they skills and they street smart
Ain't no sunshine playboy, they dark
It one star, one car, one nigga who made it far
One thug, one grudge and it's life bars

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I all man nigga, though a child in age
I got my own brain, my own ways to go and get
Niggaz want you in the shade but you come out and shine
here it is you owe 'em somethin, but what about mine?
I never signed a line, therefore just let me be
T.I.P. took me and we headed to the highest peak
I might as well just speak, for the with Buck
Load your artillery, to put your guns up
You think it'll get to this, Bowre me it would
Said all good no more, puttin on your black hood
Still the same frustration that beatin my chest
If it ain't one of these bitches these niggaz won't test
A meal nuttin less, that's what I'm shootin for
And in my quest for chips, there's some you can't ignore
So I load up the 4, if you want it let it be
All these fake niggaz to be just like me

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