Luyện nghe bài hát Granny Crib

Came a way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my granny
Jumped the streets on accident
snatched me up they better not ask me shit
I don't want no I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won't again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you not ask for shit
On my body
I remember up and seeing a dead body
And I can't go back on my that's on my dead body
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm 'bout everybody
I selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
My he the police he might be fed probably
That's on my body

You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't back
Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself I'm too strapped
Always tryin' to fix some shit its loose at
Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I loose squares
tell my judge my story like who cares
Can't the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
Don't outside when it's war I think you scared
Wasn't in my life I tell my you dead

Know some niggas snake their homies for some meds
Know some niggas that don't care of their homies in the feds
some niggas that took some gunshots to the head
No and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead
Please be greater, don't please haters

When that Bentley pouting, please these gators
I don't cry at wakings, I'ma later
You gon' believe me now, you gon' believe me
You ain't bleeding now, you gon' later
We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we 'em
Pereocet eater, I told Rex 'em
And that money ya
I told Rex you

Came a long way to a crib
I had out my granny crib
Jumped into the on accident
Police snatched me up better not ask me shit
I don't no Quads I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga lack again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child support you better not ask for
On my dead
I remember up and seeing a dead body
And I can't go back on my word that's on my body
Don't come to my funeral crying ova my body
And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout
I remember weed inside some Ed Hardy's
My he the police he might be fed probably
That's on my dead

Imma my babes
They be drivin' me
My three crazy
my daughters ladies
Turn these to millions
broke prevent it
I be on my
101
Don't wit no sucker niggas
My I adjusted wit it
I you just to get it
Don want die I my distance
why I keep my pistol
Had since we was little
guns from being bullied
Cap guns to em fillies

My tried to push me
I need them birds like
My bitch I her pussy
For thirty thousand me
They steady tryna me
Smoke a of cookie
A designer
I survived the jungle
Imma survive the
got ride wit muscle

These right act like they love me
Homicide, if a nigga touch me
Facts, oh
Shame on you mean a shame on me
Got fame on you mean fame for me
If you get 100 yea, the same for me
I'll forgive you for what you did explain to me

Came a way to a mansion crib
I had roaches out my crib
into the streets on accident
Police me up they better not ask me shit
I don't want no Quad I want some
I bet that nigga won't again
Remember I had 2 for 10s
Put me on child you better not ask for shit
On my body
I remember up and seeing a dead body
And I go back on my word that's on my dead body
come to my funeral crying ova my dead body

And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking everybody
I remember weed inside some Ed Hardy's
My homie he the police he might be fed
on my dead body