Luyện nghe bài hát Penitentiary Chances

Rell home
How it feel to back the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass now
All my soldiers the G Wall
Inhale, exhale, the police

I'm up early on the strip while the birds
I had to turn my off too many birds chirpin'
my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and in my ring

Yeah, on these niggaz 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga
Yeah, you spotted man, now you red man
You fuckin' wit Hell Rell, New City's rider man

Now is these niggaz killers like us?
No
They say the real, well they than us?
No, no, no

Is my set
Yes
Is my bet
Yes
Is my threat
Yes, yes, yes

Since you've been they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this we enjoy
start snitchin' they Sammy the Bullin'
'Til my start grippin' these hammers and pull 'em

when these niggaz start switchin' turnin' Islamic and Muslim
'Cause they seein' my position is straight savage and
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new is a Porsche
This is One-Eye and I'm from fuckin' New York

Who them paintin' the town red

Banks stop and we lay bets
Byrd
Who them niggaz gettin' money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

Who them niggaz leave wit ya nigga
Byrd
Who them niggaz at bitch niggaz

Who them niggaz that gotta get rich
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang

Now do these be bangin' like me?
No
They say they G is they gangstas me?
No, no, no

Is my good?
Yes
Is my ones
Yes
Do we run
Yes, yes, yes

My pistol game tight since chicken lo mein and rice
get that paper, flippin' that caine for a price
Fiends goin brazy, hittin caine through the pipe
Niggaz bang to the right, I'm just sayin this is life

So we adore and
Cause this war we gon ride wit two 4's on our side
Shit, man I'm it all
for this love and this money man, I just wanna ball

Who them niggaz paintin' the red?

Banks and we lay down bets
Byrd
Who them gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set,

Who them leave wit ya bitch nigga
Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin' at niggaz

Who them niggaz that get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Gang, Byrd Gang

These niggaz want me to slow and switch my speed
And these bitches pokin' holes in the condom tryna get my
Leave me alone lemme my weed
Two things I never seen a U.F.O. and a I need

The Beamer on B.B.'s, niggaz tryin' to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg, north to P.C
These washed up callin' it quits
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my

I slaughter the strip wit a quarter a
I got Florida comin' to N.Y. for the dick
I only been home for a month but I'm still y'all
Up in this booth and still like the mess hall

Now is these niggaz more liver me?
No
He hot but is he spittin' more fire than me?
No, no, no, no

Is my good?
Yes
Is my coke
Yes
Am I so
Yes, yes, yes, yes

Now is these niggaz some killas us
No
They say the real, they realer than us
No, no, no

Is my set
Yes
Is my bet
Yes
Is my threat
Yes, yes, yes