Luyện nghe bài hát 11/11

Ay this the other hustle, this the war
me in, in the crib but they got other law
Show her other bitch like a piece
I'm black but she and she a master freak
luck on that pussy, gotta mess the key
She got it ride it, it nigga
hood, Master P
I'm a master shield, do I want be
The way I cook it and cut it I'm master
Look at this master grinning, bring concern me
Fifty, fifty, she won't get the plug, she ain't me
Life full of granding, life of slummy
He will met the dollar then he gonna move to Miami
Get the just wait for the album
Brow all 11 cuz you I'm gonna have it
11, 11 I point eleven
Cuz I'm banging money and I've out of thugs since I am 11
I don't matter if she have it, she an angel like she got some wings
Put on Jason I take to her
Don't fuck with the money, come show you things
Mention my name if you I'm the king
You know what I mean
When I say all of my hustlers, my nigga, my balers are for the team

11, 11 I break 22 so have all 11
I will get money, been throw this shit since I was 1 7
I was 17 nigga, I was 17 will make the labels
Now the brick will fall and the 32 shot, we in guns
11 won, 11 they care, 11 they fine
11 new cars, 11 new chains but no new
The streets(?) and I'm driving the class and fuck 'em on
I do what I do but for leave to my nigga to get
And my been complain me
She think I am fucking 11 new
And my plug nigga me, like fuck all the rapture
They get to the

11 one of the thrill, that's one of the trail
And no stilling the hood, try to get nigga saving the money

11, 11 wait on the album,
Then of 11, you know I'm gonna grabble
11, 11 and point 9, 11 I throw eleven
And I've been in the streets and I'm banging this money I was 11
She ain't that they coming and (?)
And thuggle the on
And I do what I do but not for me, for my niggas too
If you keep my nigga, you'll fucking with me
You gotta beat shit alive
Hella fuck nigga slide,
Fuck niggas try to get over the
Fuck all niggas, ain't never gonna change
Fuck all the lables, they never sell
Fuck all the bitches, gonna give all them
Fuck all the rappers and now gona talk bout shit
That I wana hear it
(?) when you lay when niggas on (?)
But remember they never come, I promise I won't let you
I'mma give you my stole, I'mma get you the pain, there's no round
Cuz is real, my nigga got kill, my nigga lost life
When we in the streets and you and the others was device