Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

I've been having some deep thoughts that L blowin'
in jail know it when you do it
Do it yourself and tell no one
You see them shells I go to hell knowin'
That I had them eagles sitting down Terrell Owens

I spell evil backwards, I gotta
If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an bastard
You that diesel acid when it reach the masses
I swear to God, it'll burn, turn these to ashes

Dope in the charger, still smoking, L's
I'm coaching 'The call me Samuel L. Jackson
Niggas fags, funny like Sinbad
Me, I'm from the hood, my savings in a gym bag

I'm flamin' the 40, I ain't even
If you with your kids then I put brain on your shorty
I ain't open that block for the fame and the glory
I was to Jamrock's like Damien Marley

Ayo, I'm living better, second letter with a set of
Butter leather, sweater and some better bling
Black beretta, niggas better not have said a thing
For the cheddar, I'm not a forgetter or regret a

I get her, don't have to sweat her or to get her things
I could dead her or better just to let her cling
When you met her she was than Coretta King
Y'all together, she was gonna get a wedding ring

She chose me and blows me she owes me
You knows me, I take whatever throws me, shows me
Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money and some of good smoke
Kush jars of 20, tell a few jokes
But it's far from funny when you in the broke

But see I understand what niggas underhand
So I put a hundred just to put you on the land
This what you wanted man

I'm a problem for every rapper breathing, on track I'm eating
It's a I'ma be a factor and wrap the season
I pull my strap and
out with a pack of demons that'll leave the pastor bleeding

You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know jack or scheming
You can see the tiger stripe J from a away
Yellow white and geaming
Chain's so sick I don't need a for it
I can the streets talking, I dare you to reach for it

I'm strapped if you closely you can see the Taurus
Hate niggas that keep talking, they usually be
That bullshit, you better believe, I'm on it
You know if my would wanted
(Flow)
Put G's up on it

But naw, I don't get with these rapping cats
They mad my chain the same size as their platinum
a fact, let me get mine then after that
I'm completely done with rap, you cats can have it

hammering sport thoughts for the winter
Summer for the winter
These long john weather fiends come in in the winter
Sure it snows in the winter, hope you my drift
And you should hold your head back when you getting the

Drip the little grip, I could cover the
I floss, I'm a boss, I could front you a quarter
See the cross all flooded, stones in the border
And I just got a so I'm looking for Run's daughter

Tell the Rev I'm dealing with some evils
The sunshine on him 'cause the coupe a see through
Danky women, Denim
His pockets gotta be nauseous, the man's spinnin'

Trickin' on niggas, throw a lil' on 'em
My niggas'll seek 'em, they out the semis on 'em
You'd rather spit on God then go him
They was second guessing then up convinced 'em

They can't take me in a gray Jag
the same leather as the Mark J bag
Jaz, the of bitch that the Narcs may tag
'Cause I'm bringing the kind of butter like had

Y'know, I a hoe that'll want a nickel of herb
The bitch need a stack that's as thick as a curb
And you catch a chick in the 'burbs
Maybe 'cause I'm nice the nails, and slick with the verbs

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, fizzaz to
I'm like better shabizzaz with a pizzaz
I sworn in just to join in
Been family since the moment that I was in

And money is hereditary
That California got my eyes red as cherry
These bitches on their next payday
I'm in the XK8 the body of an ex-Playmate
And I'm still the SK straight, nigga