Luyện nghe bài hát Addicted to Danger

Yo what's up
Yeah, I trunk fulla this shit
Word, broads still me man, comin' over to grapevine right now
Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this

Damn, I get into this scam
Roll in a car with the trunk 5000 grand
I up from the curb, word
First thing it rocks, now my ride's packing birds

I gotta freak in the seat
She got crazy game, even have more than me
And why I don't trust, I ain't no busta
One wrong move and dust her

But she knows that, a gat
Works much plastic, always stays on
She she loves me
Looks deep in my eyes, cries, all lies

She only loves my flow, long dough
The false of a pimp and a hoe
But me and her job to do
Get this luggage back to the

She got scanner, I hadta listen to the talk
And if speakin about us then its jumping off
But I sweatin' them at all
2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll

The on the highway, I'm makin' my mind drift away
To my jail stay
5 for a 459
I'm going back, no matter what the crime

Surrendering me
Fuck that, I'm holding in the street G
For a like me there ain't no ounce
My life filled with drug busts and outs

Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto
Pure ghetto anger, I'm to danger
Some nights I clubs
Rollin' with the made of well known thugs

out with the freaks
Trucking jewels, begging for beef
Thens niggaz roll up
for a way to pump the reps up

But I the one
I'm handin' out beat downs, no for guns
I gotta ask myself
Is all this buck whylin' good for a niggaz

I don't why
Am I suicidal, do I wanna
The answerin',
A throbs in my temple

It says it ain't fair, it says it right
It says going down tonight
We finally made it to the drop
King and Weston Ave, Fox

The posse was there, but it ain't
police lights
Its all going down road blocks
I never seen that cops

It was a setup, my whole damn gettin' wet up
Big time, motherfucker dropped a dime
But even in the flurry of gun
My adrenaline was hot

I crash down on the of the ride
Punch the gas, drove Benz through they punk ass
Hit doin' 90
in the rear view, no one behind me

I got on the
Called up the homies to see what wrong
But no time to sweat
I still trunk fulla shit, I was on phat

I just need a cool to hide
Dumped the benzo, the G ride
Me and a freak hit a motel crash
The was hot

Rubbed me down, she adored me
Said the made her horny
The she pushed me on the bed
me head to toe, toe to head

Then I my eyes real slowly is this love?
No not me, I felt a pain in my chest
The smell of gun and burnt flesh
I looked in her face, opened my
And then her came out