Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme wit' you for second, holla at you
story

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't the team
we been labeled as the trouble makers (Dipset)
We sell whole pies so you got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And is what it made us
We live the life, and so we ball out major (ballin')
I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my ties
I can't roll around the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun ain't heard of ya
You're lightweight I get the young to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair
Boy you about my life here
wit' OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life's but a
The media turn your whole life into a scandal

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can never take me (no)
I'mma (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
Momma raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge (Guess what?)
He can take me alive (no)
I'mma (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge

Poured off
like steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like
Maserati lookin' a shark on land
Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I'm in it, and
Five spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches it, nigga's want it
So bad wanna take it, but I kill 'em for it (huh)
Believe it, I'm like a that ain't get his porridge
You stay out the forest, warning
Santana you fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the
I see you clear, my is up
And that is still in my pocket
you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer's in the hood, what's (what's good?)
Boys getting them bricks with the on the shit
come meet the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the
corpse, flies will emerge

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can never take me (no)
I'mma (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause raised hell of a thug (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge (Guess what?)
He can never take me (no)
ride (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in of the judge

They say enemies is close, your friends even closer
to 'Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you ride or die?
Blowin' in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I'm drunk B
I need
The paranoia got me conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the
I it off the plane I'm a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, like of the hard
You heard of us, the murderers, the shady (DipSet)
on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be (speeding)
They try to catch me out of
They know I got if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs
(Changes, changes, changes, changes, changes, changes)

Put my emotions (why?)
'Cause they can take me alive (no)
ride (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a (I'm a thug)
And if I'm in front of the judge (Guess what?)
He can take me alive (no)
I'mma (I'mma ride)
And cry (don't cry)
'Cause Momma raised hell of a (I'm a thug)
And if I'm standing in front of the