Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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Gates get the cleared anywhere we at
Smilin' in my face, but itchin' to get me
Name and his mouth bad when he it wit' other camps
Tellin' lies the stamp and try to give me the wrap
I'm in the street it, you really won't be exact
Not a good gang member, the probably rat
I don't trust many at livin' that
I don't women, I hit, you could get her back
up in his face, watch how quick he call back
Whip up at the Texaco, now, you call that?
You went in pain, how I get in it wit' I'm wit' all that
Shoulder wit' a suppressor, MAC-11, fall back
Speakers bumpin' 'A Milli', Osama, twin
Grew up seein' violence, up wit' the knowledge
Got my GED, wish I would have it to college
Wishin' you was free, I could picture you on 'side me
If I love you, go to war over nothin' if a problem
Diamonds in the T-O-P, diamonds in the
Gold dog, self-made, I'm a grinder
Stack paper, hit your girl later, it's a
You know I got a lot of record labels to sign me
say if I'm a risk, it's detrimental to the profit
Beyoncé follow me on Instagram, Jigga, it
sister, tell her, 'Not interested', she a bopper
Healthy kid that (-), smokin' that rock

Bread Winners administration, I'm Luca
Everybody sleepin' on me, finally got it
Wishin' I was wit' my children watchin' Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' grass while I'm on my
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, (-) wit' the heater
Ghetto, I be strollin' 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even
Right around the corner, got it jumpin', you meet me there
They bad news, was talkin' 'bout already beat me there
Comin' to my apartment, findin' my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his daughter
Not a robbery, this a murder, woke the house
I don't go to funerals, believe me, pulled out
Group home, (-), turn up, up, (-) paused
Atlanta the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is material
What? I be Tony, mafia material
Hand signal, shoutin' out the in the interview
My (-) to fuck wit' (-), I could get a few
the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the inner tube

Breakin' down, distribute, my steady itchin'
Y'all videos where they 'posed want to kill me
I got 'em under the hood, the soft grade
Balenciaga-rockin', but now all forces
Call me what you want, lately pullin' up in
I'm the plug, but started out an enforcer
Tell you to comply, likely might have to force you
Blow your out, the body bag or the coffin
Me and (-) in the Jag sippin'
We don't get harassed by the badge a warrant
Never been a confidential witness, not
Trappin' out the shop, why you findin' alarmin'?
I just got it in, how quick it disappear
You tall or you can't dress, really, you
Lil' mama better get wit' me before I'm out of
Right, they got him dumb, they put me in the game
Me and Drake are wit' the green, that's that (-)
Five mil turned out in the safe
Call Coca-Cola, they'll tell you I don't
Street game in the game, I'm a stepper
Stayed at the (-) last we was together
Mazi take care of my when it's up and then get messy
Cheeseburger hit, got the (-), the drop
The rap fake, Kevin Gates, free the Wap (Gucci, nigga)