Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

Oh, we might die for shit, nigga
Uh, might go for this shit, nigga
Gang, gang that crip shit

Niggas said cuz in the grade
In the shade where the cops see us
Eighteen, tryna the cage
It was cool 'til gang sweep
Now I'm in of a van
And my wrists got a
Got a for a name
No on the visa, no card get accepted
Now I'm to a man
Murder raps, where you
Put the on his pockets
Watch the cos, be watchin'
County for the hustle
County for the muscle
Couple on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas on bunk
Shoulda with the bitch ass
Now he on a that we bench press
Pc, get the loops
Keep on niggas
Why I fuck with that
Nigga made bail but I'm still at
Should I god for the hell I raised?
Cause the nigga that snitch is gonna that grave
Like, nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know, huh?
They show up to the court, huh?
But then charges gotta go,
A young nigga on fig
on wig
Shoe strings say where I'm
On and got my gun
Other goin' for that thumb
Motherfucker, I'm

Nigga I'm up, blue chucks
Blue tee, nigga I it g
Nigga, in the streets is I be
I'm up like breakfast niggas sleep
Me and posted on fig
Getting it in and it out
it in and movin' it out
I'm holdin' the heat, he's the block
I'm watchin' for cops, I'm these rocks
Fiends keep comin', this shit don't
When it's war time, get popped
We die for this shit off tops
My gonna ride for this crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, god
Money got niggas at me all odd
Punk ass niggas go get a job
Run up on me wrong, bitch, get popped
I'm gon' for this shit, on crip
A nigga gon' die for this then trip
4/5th extendo, with fifty in the
Tf by my side, he stupid with shit
Q in the grippin' on the fifth
Run up on me
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, I'm banging

Uh, might go for this check, nigga
Uh, I might die for this set,
I ain't trippin nigga, I ain't
Niggas lyin' sayin' I crippin'
Back to back, me and smack
I said back to back, straight cups of
ask, what he signed for?
I got an eight ball, I got a
I got an ak that bitch spray
It's like pullin' strings on a
Last time I seen jail,
I was cell livin', getting in it
I ain't talkin' mail, nigga
Pay-pals for the cell,
Hit the and cause hell, huh?
School of hard knocks, yale, huh?
See me and traffic a orca nigga
And the black and whites love whale
line like mailboxes
5-12, that's the on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, only
.45, no on it
Scratched down, I'm strapped
Might go down for this
If I don't I'm racked down
up there with shaq crown
I got a benji button like brad
I that, I'm gettin' rich
I go down for this shit