Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to cock the 9, niggas to steal my bitch
Run out the back door, see niggas hit the fence
I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, it's a

Let off a shots, goddamn, I missed
Sayin' it anyway, let off the whole clip
I'm not to be with when I'm off liquor
Old English in my system 'bout to me a nigga

See, I remember in the days, loadin' my A.K.
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my full of haze
That's when I didn't a fuck, now I got my sons
a nigga, he die, public enemy number one

But ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC hollow tips in your Lexus
So, fuck with a Compton nigga
When he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I strapped

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
could it be?

It's 2 in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher
'Cause that's real niggas do when they at home
E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen
K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' that green

Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the dreams
Turn hood zombies into an Olympic track
I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to my life up, Doc. gave me the vaccine

Don't get it twisted, I still click things
Red beam attached to each and strap
I keep locked up in my basement
If I a nigga will I be known
For gettin' Jason, I don't

Still got a sick phase for shoot and car chases
Fuck Paccino 'cause we know with scarred faces
And we go back D-boys with small faces
And we crashin' them Ferraris y'all hate me

I think it's
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

(You they ass is full)
can't fuck with me, will stit
I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will
All I'm is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence like later, Syonara or we the dirt

Black phantom interior hurt shit
And I got some from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, to Common
But Game keep it hood like Weez and top

Never comin' for the top
If it a flesh wound if Feralla headshot
fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your frame
My boss and to when trigga swallow your vein

walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new school rap on my dick
Why you fuck around you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the four
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, could it be?

Do you shawty, do your thing shawty
Do you shawty, err'body lookin' now
Do you thing shawty, do thing shawty
Do you shawty, err'body lookin' now

Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now