Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

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See I'm nigga that's, fixin'
To do my dirt the sun
I been hustlin' since the morning
I keep a of rocks under my tongue
Watch out here the cop
Might notta stand where you chill
Run to no 'cause it can kill

My can feed my home purpose
I'm on the down low in the first place
You want me show me the money you gonna be
Pop ya ass up out of the van
And take these rocks up out my

'Cause I don't trust ya and I tryin'
Hold up nigga, I don't
Ya gotta reach out at the same
You want some, come get
Tyson's on the and I'm

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Ya livin', in livin' up in my rentin'
Windows tinted, nigga from a couple down
Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of
It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that
Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in this
I got to on nigga, you want some more of that shit

Live in that click where niggas do they gotta do
Blast 'em with burnable fuck 'em and 'em fuck you
Nigga be livin' that life, playin the role of a
But them ain't gangstas
Bitch you be big enough
To think about a fuckin gangsta

Most of niggas be comin' real
Bring it to ya blood but that nigga got killed
That's how it be's on that side
The tough die, the die

Fuck with the wrong on with the wrong chrome
Check the wrong shit, walk the zone
Nigga you good as dead and
(Problem serious)
Nigga don't hear me that's how we till the saga stops

Every nigga and his mom gotta glock on my
Niggas push and dodge cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all need to handle fuckin' business 'cause I'm

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I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Don't sell it, arm and hammer got my rocks
Laws is yellin', prosecutors
I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a melon
Do my thing destiny I'm a
But I ain't a young, black nigga rebellin'

by breath, step by step, day by day
Playin' this game of
My nigga ya of manslaughter
Niggas quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans

I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron I'm swole up
Grits and cheese made me
Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than next nigga
The one up to run up
That nigga there gon' get up
When I put that gun up

They told ya, ya hip gone gone
That roam don't live long, pop me to stop it
Cock block me, you bitches can't me
Hoes still jock me
Got me now the mock me

I seen Scarface now I'm a fuckin' carbon copy
Missing on
And insane probably I'm full of animosity
I'm kind of at all
I might huff and puff and ya fuckin' hat off
Tear it off, it off

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My make me lead
Ten steps to feel these got me these
like Conan
Wanted no man with boo-koo ho fans

more garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky they flies
If I rock one up, one up
It simple to be did
But your terror rig, change your big
be sayin' big
Pass the fig, don't give me no pig

I don't no swine but eat Popeye's chicken
And eat watermelon to the rind
Feel the grip of this black
That don't fuckin' rhyme, nigga get ya back
Fuckin' with black folks

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