Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

Here we go
Ten later
You know what Uhm
(I know)
it
Ayo C
Give me Jamison and that pickle juice
you
I got some on my mind
(I know)

My little nigga dead, dog
They shot my little in his head, dog
You what the fuck I just said, dog?
Walk inside my closet like fuck red, dog
If you seen your best friend stiff, you cry too
Sometimes I don't even wanna be a
Then I about it like, fuck everything blue
Who killed my brother?
(I know)
Who killed G man too? The shit I men do
If I you, I'd have me floating in cement shoes
See Compton ain't shit
And I've at the bottom of the pits, feel me?
I had some real niggas try to kill me
Fake niggas in my
Crip niggas more than a few of my Piru
I done shot, had a surgery or two
the rim like Pac, I'm like birdie at the troops
I can't lie, every time I see my heart beat
I don't know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, nigga my cross streets
And who take it from me?

They they know me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna names
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't nothing change
But I might do it
You die any way
I'm die any way
We can go any day
It can be any day
But for you
is the day
is the day

I was playing Madden then I a knock
Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas that
Sometimes I thank God I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's kinda to keep your head up
one: the homies never came to see me
Suspect Red hid my gun behind the TV
Suspect three: I was beefing with this Crip in my
Shit cause we fought and he couldn't see me
There's usually ten niggas in our spot
Cold ass night, I'm a janitor at Wing Stop
I play Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm with taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my not
Hole in my bout the size of a Kumquat
I know who shot me cause I shot
But who set me up? I ain't but
(I know)

think they know me
But they do not me
I do not know me
Who killed my
I know names
Click-clack
I can you but ain't nothing gonna change
But I might do it
You die any way
I'm die any way
We can go any day
It can be any day
But for you
is the day
is the day

Let me tell you how I met my Wack
Shit, he ain't always a nigga back
When I met him, he was standing behind
And everything is all good you banging for your hood

That nigga got my number and came through
Now let me tell you the of shit the Game do
He in the booth where I was spitting
him ten thousand, couldn't even finish his fuckin' sentence
I ain't owe him shit, but recognize real
Now we like two red-nosed
Cross him, you gotta me
And don't forget about where my AR be
He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, give a fuck
Love his Game to death, and he mean it from the guts
Blood, what's up? Which one of you dumb wanna try us?
(I know)