Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to cock the 9, niggas to steal my bitch
Run out the door, see them niggas hit the fence
I'm you, life ain't Compton, it's a bitch

Let off a shots, goddamn, I missed
Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the clip
I'm not to be fucked when I'm off liquor
Old in my system 'bout to kill me a nigga

See, I remember in the days, loadin' my A.K.
Ridin' in my Impala with my lungs full of haze
when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons
Shoot a nigga, he die, public number one

But this ain't no flick, no Johny Depp shit
When the TEC hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck a Compton nigga
When he a gat, yeah nigga, I stay strapped

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
What it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm to roll a swisher
'Cause that's what real niggas do when they at
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch
K.G.'s away Jersey chronic that green

up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood zombies an Olympic track team
I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to clear my up, Doc. gave me the vaccine

Don't get it twisted, I still clack things
Red beam attached to and every strap
That I keep locked up in my
If I shoot a nigga will I be
For gettin' Jason, I know

Still got a sick phase for shoot outs and car
Fuck Paccino 'cause we niggas with scarred faces
And we go back like D-boys with faces
And we them Ferraris like y'all hate me

Pharrell I think
hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

(You know ass is full)
can't fuck with me, will stit
I guess I am a motha legend, Will Smith
All I'm missin' is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and shit
Hit the fence later, Syonara or we the dirt shit

Black rose phantom hurt shit
And I got some kisses from a couple bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, to Common
But keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy

Never stop for the top
If it bakes a flesh wound if Feralla
Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets into your
My boss and allowed to when trigga swallow your

walk through the club and take a piss
Without these new rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck around you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you know

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley the four colorways?
Or the old school on glaze, what could it be?

Do you thing shawty, do thing shawty
Do you shawty, err'body lookin' now
Do you thing shawty, do your thing
Do you thing shawty, lookin' now

Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now