Luyện nghe bài hát You Damn Right

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I do it for the hustlers, you damn right that im it for the niggas who sittin and aint snitchin,
And all the niggas who gone, I aint you, im still here waitin cause you still my nigga.

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Hold up, ay, I sent another kite, to my people thats locked, they say he had another fight (again),
They say he got 30 days in the hole for beatin a niggas ass for him like a hoe (thats my nigga),
Treetum gone, all over coke, hit him with conspiracy he was on the boat, they say he'll do 15 at the most,
We prayin for an appeal, but it is what it is, my uncle real, my uncle snitchin,
Thats why I got a free lou shirt his picture, rich ass niggas nuts cross on a nigga,
Well fuck how they feel I still miss you (i still miss you), I represent it,
For niggas like chamilias, alex, chard, keith, and those who livin,
And anybody else that died in the struggle, and else behind bars cause they hustle.

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Im doin this one for the thugs, and them on the corner every morning gettin money,
Yes sir, and those who died by the gun, and now they dead and gone, im doin one for the deaf, the crippled, and blind,
For those who went strong, and they lost they mind, im doin one for the low income, the slaws, the homies, the basers, and bongs,
For the good, they got to suffer with the bad, and for the mother of the with the dead beat dad,
For my lil brother who was just in the crash, now he feel his arms or his legs, man,
Im doin this one for the that were shed, for all the niggas that was sentenced to the state or the feds,
To all the does who was they bows after talkin to the door while they homeboys told

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Listen bra I you waitin on that day to jump, but keep ya head up boy because its soon to come,
Cause you know the streets you they ask about you errday, so you gotta maintian,
Get up out this okay, though I know you hot your homeboys shittin on ya, fuck them niggas tho,
You dont need em on the real homie, real, real, you already know what it is, locked up niggas dont give a fuck,
Only real niggas gon keep it treal you, and you know im blood, what you need im'a get you,
Cuz ima hold it on some real shit nigga, bein caged in the pen aint for a real nigga,
True fact not fictions, im all in, do ya like a G fuck what the streets said,
The way you drugged gurantee youl be on ya man, aint no bullshit bra, you will see I aint playin.

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You see I do it for the hustle, and the who stood over pots and watched that shit bubble,
And them niggas stood on the block and watched that money double, and the ones who stood up to cops and said nothin,
Look, aint that alive, but I know plenty ridin, my lil brother locked up, doin 25,
And when I get some change ima try and change that, and to think about the niggas I cant bring back,
And can we please have a of silence, for all the niggas thats no longer around us,
For all the niggas that pro-longed in the county and metro-s and TGK and star-k, nigga we raised,
Cops couldnt stop pay, we got rocks so we open up shop today, times is hard, life is a mothafucka,
We gotta ride and ride under cover.

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Dont think your forgotten about, counting down until you get out, then were holding it down, were doing this for you.