Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to cock the 9, tryin' to steal my bitch
Run out the door, see them niggas hit the fence
I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, a bitch

Let off a shots, goddamn, I missed
Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole
I'm not to be with when I'm off liquor
Old English in my system to kill me a nigga

See, I remember in the days, loadin' my A.K.
'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze
That's when I didn't a fuck, now I got my sons
Shoot a nigga, he die, public number one

But this no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC spit hollow tips in your
So, fuck with a Compton nigga
he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I stay strapped

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
What it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a
'Cause that's what niggas do when they at home
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 flatscreen
K.G.'s away Jersey chronic that green

Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble the crack dreams
Turn zombies into an Olympic track team
Till I got got and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to my life up, Doc. gave me the vaccine

Don't get it twisted, I still click things
Red beam to each and every strap
That I keep up in my basement
If I shoot a will I be known
For Jason, I don't know

Still got a sick phase for outs and car chases
Fuck Paccino 'cause we know niggas with faces
And we go back like D-boys with small
And we crashin' them like y'all hate me

I think it's
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the four
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what it be?

(You they ass is full)
Niggas can't fuck me, will stit
I guess I am a fuckin' legend, Will Smith
All I'm missin' is a bitch Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence later, Syonara or we the dirt shit

Black rose phantom interior hurt
And I got some kisses a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, to Common
But Game keep it hood like Weez and top

Never comin' for the top
If it a flesh wound if Feralla headshot
fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your

walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new rap niggas on my dick
Why you around with you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up with your pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what it be?

Do you thing shawty, do your shawty
Do you thing shawty, err'body now
Do you shawty, do your thing shawty
Do you thing shawty, err'body now

Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now