Luyện nghe bài hát What You Want

Ladies and
We are gathered today
To
I see it,
Yeah,
I this right here
Yeah,
One-two, one-two, in the to be
As you can see
I am the crush
a whole lot of stars be groovin' in here tonight
The record breaking and the making
Yeah, yeah, this up

From the states to seas
Every in between I hit the scene
Catch fire like
Geting paid for then a decade
We been blazing, wasn't ready for the pd invasion
you off guard, got bitches, got cars
Healin' war scars, smoke out of the jar
Catch flights to and fro, nigga who you
No one important, just nigga flossing
Gotta seal, what I'm touching is
You just a clone wit' a deal
I sailed the seven seas and kept my head the water
Sorry I left you, but now I am for ya
But like we never bounced, platinum from word of mouth
Hottest out
Alot better, the shit's too
I'm home now, been gone too long

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you niggas want
Wanna slick
Wanna do shit, try shit, new
Who you wit'
You and weak clique
Bitch you wit' got you in some deep shit
You coppin' pleas now, it ain't a
Trying to be niggas you can't speak with
You can't run, you hide
Bad boy the day we die

Tell they all like in the fall
On top of the hill like lauren, killing 'em
What you me for?
Kept my name good, we the same hood
some change, put the range wit' the stained wood
Now chicks, they keep they on me
Wanna on me
Haters plotting so I keep my on me
You can't 'em when them shells is popping
Look good to the eye, your streets is watching
At all times, put it all on the
a care dreams of cream turn to nightmares
No one to talk to, don't know who to
Got your gun out and don't know who to
It get like that though, you stack that dough
Can't run from it yo, that's when they get
So put up you guards, keep in god
I promise the world'll be ours

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Your games amaze, but of ways, many choices
Can't sleep, when I do I voices
Speakin' loud and clear, wait you come out this year
So I listen back cause the street is missing
a world we live in
So I'm shivering, slipping
work with what I'm given, shit
Bitches is trifling, out grabbin'
Niggas hating, and back stabbin'
That's why they hang around you, to be seen
Type to leave a gun fight wit' a magazine
No blood, not hit, ain't warm
part of the game is this? and who's side you on?
Can't be out for and out for self, won't work
yourself tucked and surrounded by dirt
In a verse I show the whole my work
It got to get better because it get no worse

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