Luyện nghe bài hát Khaza

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

Bread Winners administration, I'm Brasi
Everybody on me, finally got it poppin'
I was wit' my children watchin' Mary Poppins
101 Dalmatians, smokin' while I'm on my island
Gettin' tattooed in my kitchen, (-) wit' the heater
Ghetto, I be 'round wit' smokers, I ain't even there
around the corner, got it jumpin', you could meet me there
They bad news, they was talkin' 'bout beat me there
Comin' home to my apartment, my daughter dead
Then we put his kid in the oven, so now his dead
Not a robbery, this a murder, the whole house
I don't go to funerals, me, gettin' pulled out
Group home, (-), turn up, turn up, (-)
wit' the cartel microwave, boy
Breadwinner Gang, we is material
What? I would be Tony, mafia
signal, shoutin' out the plug in the interview
My (-) used to wit' (-), I could get a few
Scratch the dealers, now we go and get 'em in the tube

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