Luyện nghe bài hát Tookie Knows II

Oh, we die for this shit, nigga
Uh, go down for this shit, nigga
Gang, gang bangin' that shit

Niggas said cuz in the grade
In the shade where the can't see us
Eighteen, dodge the cage
It was 'til that gang sweep
Now I'm in of a van
And my wrists got a
Got a number for a
No name on the visa, no 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 spread for the
marks on my knuckles
Puttin' niggas on bunk
Shoulda been the bitch ass
Now he on a mattress that we bench
Pc, get the fruit
tellin' on niggas
Why I fuck with nigga?
Nigga made but I'm still at rage
Should I thank god for the hell I
Cause the that snitch is gonna feel that grave
Like, nothin' to a locc, huh?
Went missin' to his folks, I ain't in, I ain't know,
They show up to the court, huh?
But then charges go, huh?
A young nigga on fig
on wig
Shoe say where I'm from
On and got my gun
Other side goin' for that
Motherfucker, I'm

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

Uh, might go for this check, nigga
Uh, I die for this set, nigga
I ain't nigga, I ain't slippin'
Niggas sayin' I ain't crippin'
Back to back, me and tiny
I said back to back, straight cups of
Niggas ask, what he for?
I got an ball, I got a rondo
I got an ak when that spray
It's like strings on a lawnmower
Last time I seen jail,
I was cell livin', getting in it
I ain't even mail, nigga
for the cell, nigga
Hit the and cause hell, huh?
School of hard knocks, fuck yale,
See me and traffic a orca nigga
And the black and love whale watch
line like mailboxes
5-12, the numbers on it
May first, may deuce, may twelfth, members
.45, no on it
Scratched down, I'm down
Might go for this shit
If I don't I'm racked down
Rank up there shaq crown
I got a benji button brad pitt
I press that, I'm rich
I might go down for shit