Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

Here we go
Ten years
You what man? Uhm
(I know)
it
Ayo C
Give me that Jamison and that juice
you
I got shit on my mind
(I know)

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

They think they me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna names
Click-clack
I can you but ain't nothing gon' 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 I heard a knock
Everybody know I got but this for niggas that forgot
I thank God that I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's hard to keep your head up
Suspect the homies never came to see me
Suspect two: Red hid my gun the TV
three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment
Shit cause we fought and he couldn't see me
There's ten niggas in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I'm a janitor at Wing Stop
I usually play with the gun cocked
I'm cool with mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my chest bout the of a Kumquat
I know who me cause I shot them
But who set me up? I tripping but
(I know)

think they know me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna know
explain
I can kill you but nothing gonna change
But I do it anyway
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
I met him, he was standing behind Suge
And everything is all good you banging for your hood

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