Luyện nghe bài hát Platinum

Bout time, they up the do' for Z-Ro
Cause I've been hits, since ten years ago
to do it legal, and not slang yayo
If I can't get it legal, to the I go
I took pride, in slanging cocaine
could get a job, but needed some mo' change
C.d.'s wasn't selling, because I had no
Nothing but a t-shirt, no no chain
Too many times, I was ready to up
Run up in a bank, and say this is a
Put my on records, and record sales picked up
The tears I done shed, led me to the big
and 4, I ain't broke no mo'
Cause God is my life jacket, when I sink
I went to a thousand, from a whole fo'
So all you haters hate me, as I a little mo'

I'm platinum this time, (this time-this time)
I think you fellas, better respect my (mind-mind)
I'm to collect my pennies, my nickels and my dimes (my dimes-my dimes)
And ain't gonna block out my shine (shine-shine)

They got me in a '56, Mass L
My locker full of commsary, and my fan
My city Z-Ro, what you gon do when you get out of jail
I do no mo' pyrexes, no mo' scales
Trying to make a million dollas, off my
see it coming, so I caught a state-jail felony
F-1 bunk twelve, resides the stars
Special to love, cause "I Hate U Bitch" climbed me to the top of the charts
Being free, is like being on
Niggaz still kick it ya, but try to get some of what ya got
I ain't seen, so many feminine men
Swear to God they holding in the world, but nobody seeing dividends
That the life of me, I had to get it
Might not be in the present, but I'ma be rich in a minute
Cause I got three sitting up high, rolling 24's
Screaming A.B.N. get in the do', for Ro

Jealousy and envy, play a major
Everytime a playa, try to get his pockets
Somebody said I did this, and said I did
Even told homicide, I pushed the wig back
They don't see, a nigga make it out of poverty
When will they realize, God is running with me no stopping me
Probably never will, so keep on
You can clip my wings, but I see happiness in the sky so keep on flying
I find, a rested place
So many battle scars, blood on my chest and
Whether I'm working or rapping 24/7, me and be scrapping
He want my soul, but I ain't gon let it
Even if I lose my life, trying to chase my
do me, gon have hell when they face my team
I got them three 'causeos holding me down, if I ain't coming back
Bet they bury me with g-stacks, plus a plack

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