Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

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your worst nightmare be this verse here
but good, that's what you get for sleeping on me
i put your favorite rapper in a hearse there
and i bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call peoples on me
hard to it real when everybody keep it phony
i'mma it sosa while these niggas keep it tony
you gotta the picture that you painting with your verses
we go in niggas' mouths, i don't know bitches' purses
and what's up with this, "i'm just sayin'"
fuck asked you? you shouldn't be shit
problem is, assholes always shit
but money talks you got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit
like plaxi-ho, oops, i mean
talking bout we get 'em robbed -shut the fuck up, bob
you know the story, come home, set it sob
be a hater cause he can't find a better job
nigga at home, like he out of town
nigga on the field, feeling he out of bounds
welcome to my city, on my city
that just my opinion, but who fucking with me, huh?
why give a fuck it makes no to give
that ray j got me so sensitive
big bad dressed in a granny disguise
nigga, i see through your tranny disguise
your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too
you can't touch me, you waiting for your to dry
and you don't want them niggas in house though
to see if you got indo'/outdo'
i ain't one to put no out, yo

you start shit, i end shit
you under the influence, i'm the bullshit
you on a empty tank, i got a clip
you got the dripping from the wolves' lips
don't have that man talking you from the pulpit
blahsay blah, blahsay
yeah, death comes in like menage a trois
mase-qua, the four-door 'rati
my aston martin, that a four-door body
double pipes, my four-door shotty
sitting but i'm shitting, that's my four-door
ain't too ride like me, literally
what separates the majors from the little league
little me, just trying to be the bigger
dr. banner, but the nigga version
and you don't to see me angry
you won't like it i'm angry
my condolences the boss
all i could say, sorry for loss