Luyện nghe bài hát Out There

Hey pass me a man
you go
Man that nigga standing on the same goddamn spot
that shit about the last 4-5 days man
Wit the same clothes on, even been home yet

I even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling
That shit he had to be or snortin' something
To up for them 4-5

Naw, I he shot somebody man
For
That's the why he probably can't go home
Yeah, you know what you call been missing to man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his to

That's why the police been drivin' around so
Yeah, the spot up man, yeah
Yeah, we might need to call 528-CASH
That nigga ass and him on in

We to man to make that little change man
Get some mo beers or
Yeah, we gone do

Need to up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make
This neighborhood probably a bit safer man
A bit more
Atleast for us or dang

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, full of chips
for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?

Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be man
4th floor bound man if I get caught man
Push me to the edge so it really my fault man

See I gotta die man, you even try man
Enemies gone bleed once, I let bullets fly man
Momma gonna cry man, I like to get man
Niggas passing plates snortin' after line man

I got's to get man, robbing was the crime man
That a did but I done serve my time man
Put that all behind man, get out on the man
Slang some of this dope in the or my ride man

See I ain't a fool man, fuck to you man
Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we cool man
ain't a duck man, see I know waz up man
Get up off my dick like a motherfucking man

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' wigs
Stackin' me grip, playa can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya

Where I'm man, ain't no sunshine
Only on a doggs ass if his ass don't get on the grind
Doin' help a nigga out to clear up my head
Use to have a and a knife that was by my bed

It was said I would end up dead working in the
But the streets is the only thang I see me quarter key fuck
Servin' deals rockin' to the shake slangin' guns slangin'
Man, I'm tryin' to make all I can my puncho at a hoes house

Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her
Leave the front door unlocked, my nig the radio
Pull the car up the yard, cleaning out the hoe
You should know that a burglary ain't for me

I got out the tentary tryin' to get my feet
Get the off the merchandise, went a bought a deal
Nigga , you say you don't steal I'ma keep it real

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' wigs
Stackin' me grip, playa can ya dig?

like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita
And game I'm also a wig splita your ass getta
Shoot up by the 9 mila, your cap I
When fucking real nigga the chrome trigga

Shall regulate a punk a bullet hit ya
I'm zoned of brown liquor you need
To get ya nose outta niggas biz spreadin' rumors
a motherfucking punk bitch, my trunk is the bed
For a kidnapped victim, point hit them pull out my gun
hands, you get them up in the air

Ah, because you came to me in error, don't wanna ya
See you have manifest in I know these bullets
pop your shit off like a meleon, let's bust it up man
Fuck man who you it's armagedeon the North Memphis crack
We you, pass me the potent weed is what they yellin'

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' wigs
Stackin' me grip, playa can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' wigs
me some grip, playa can ya dig?

to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, full of chips
Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' wigs
Stackin' me some grip, can ya dig?
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