Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

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

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

Dope in the charger, smoking, L's laughing
I'm coaching Carter' call me Samuel L. Jackson
been fags, funny like Sinbad
Me, I'm from the hood, my life in a gym bag

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

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

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

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

But see I understand what makes underhand
So I put a hundred grand just to put you on the
ain't what you wanted man

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

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

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

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

Heaven hammering thoughts for the winter
Summer thoughts for the
long john weather fiends come in shorts in the winter
Sure it in the winter, hope you getting my drift
And you should your head back when you getting the drip

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

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

Trickin' on niggas, throw a kiddie on 'em
My niggas'll 'em, they empty out the semis on 'em
You'd spit on God then go against him
They was second then squad up convinced 'em

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

Y'know, I ain't a hoe that'll want a nickel of
The bitch need a stack that's as thick as a curb
And you might catch a chick in the
Maybe 'cause I'm nice the nails, and slick with the verbs

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, fizzaz to
I'm like better with a little pizzaz
I wasn't sworn in to join in
Been family the moment that I was born in

And getting money is
California kush got my eyes red as cherry
These waiting on their next payday
I'm in the XK8 with the of an ex-Playmate
And I'm still holding the SK straight,