Luyện nghe bài hát Emotionless

Lemme two-twelve you for second, holla at you
True

Cold (sweaty sheets)
From bad (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don't the team
'Cause we been labeled as the trouble (Dipset)
We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the up
Tell no lies, so the Lord and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the He forsake us (pray for me)
And is what it made us
We live the fast life, and so we out major (ballin')
I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the (full speed ahead)
Due to my ties
I can't roll around without the drip in the (East Side)
And if my gun boys ain't of ya
You're lightweight I get the boys to murder ya
You're looking at a cracker's worst
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair
Boy you talk about my here
Fuck wit' OGs put dice in the mirror
And they me that life's but a gamble
The media will turn your life into a scandal

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

off Bentley
Looking steroids
Jetson car, I'm looking like
Maserati lookin' a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition,
Marcus I'm in it, shopping and
Five spent on pants, man (man)
love it, nigga's want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I '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 hand-scale is in my pocket
you want? (What you want?)
Dough in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
dealer's in the hood, what's good? (what's good?)
Boys them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come the man that's stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit' the Byrds, or lie wit' the
Your corpse, flies will

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

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

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