Luyện nghe bài hát Got Damn

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted
Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh, cot

They can't understand or fathom my demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I the ninas
Out of two, Clipse say, malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let come between us

You me for a rapper, huh
Well that me an actor, 'cause I would rather clap a gun
And on them niggas who hate
Who be in my shoes? Live my life, but can't carry my weight

I understand that the envy is part of the
But make no mistake, you and I, we are not the
Naw bitch, I'm to splatter ya shit
up ya world, 'til you start to stagger and shit

Watch how hollows straight, rattle ya shit
And I leave it to y'all, to and battle and shit
not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit' the yay, movin' 12 for a zone, I'm

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the wanted money

Cot damn, when white hits the pan
And comes back hard, I can for every gram
And the molded the man I am
The pimp, the hustler, the crook, the killer,

Traits of a blow dealer, my fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'm the that carry the game
The flame I throw, crack came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, flows
Thug the streets, my is deep, my pain shows

My hearts on a
Nigga they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breakin' my on the streets so
Watch the phonies, ya homies
We pop, pop, you homey

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted

call me 'Pusha' for one reason
'Cause I keep sniff all seasons
the price is up or down
I keep a mound to from, you don't have to shop around

When it to the money, I get stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't sharin' my wealth, dog
I know about my life, I around the world thrice times
I mean I say, from that Panama sun, the French chanzalize

Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn
The sell is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please don't it
My verses heal, Curt Mayfield's music
(Are you a pusha?)
right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to ya, partner

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga money

I if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is
So I for my cabbage
Do you not know the most affective way of money
yo gun, rapid

Leave and you see the situation be corrected
Lord Heavens, why must I be so
They say whatcha do comes back on you two
I shoulda been died, but I'm still around wit two nines

Who wants to be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life
You a nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police
'Cause every you make, I'ma throw a slug
And you choke blood, nigga on every breath you take

Not to be broke, 'cause Coldchain witness
Natural from me, [Incomprehensible], field to the limit
Head to the menace, loud talking gibberish
Ground beef, I deliver it, you cock the [Incomprehensible], for certain
Live in the livin' room, to hurtin' you

Cot damn, a new day
Cot damn, but the nigga wanted
Hoo, hoo, hoo
Cot