Luyện nghe bài hát Sets Go Up

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Never gonna tryin' to get it
(Two)
turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let the money fuck me
(Four)
I'ma stop hollerin' at the bitches

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Hey homie, you don't wanna get with us
Fuckin' over you would me and my niggaz a rush
I'm sick of all you and the fortune and supposed to be
stories 'bout your life when that was not how it was
Yeah, a nigga did some shit back in the with the pack
Like in your hood, when you was out there gettin' paid the crack
You get the when you hear shots and it's not yo' peep
But if a ricochet hit you, you pop yo' heat

Yeah, you know I'm from the but you do not know me
Quit eyeballin' a nigga down 'fore you get shot
You don't wanna know what been thinkin' up
You go 'head on and find you another spot to chill
'Cuz I've been
'Cuz we see a light and ain't great
like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma you four fuckin' things I'ma never do

(One)
gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my
(Three)
Never let the money with me
(Four)
I'ma never stop hollerin' at the

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the 3 to the 17, ey yo, we doin' it big
If you're you know who Wacko and Juvenile is
New Orleans, see I'ma rep that, these my peeps
You pick up some bad habits hangin' in these streets
Have you talkin' to and that nigga and showin' your teeth
Walkin' you like you took care and you handled your beef
Pissed off 'cuz your hoe wanna talk to me

To show me the gift that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was the size
When wore Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and used to be packed
And rumors started poppin' and it started to
We used to drink Crazy Horse and dice in the back
We had four rules in life and I can you that

(One)
gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my
(Three)
Never let the fuck with me
(Four)
never stop hollerin' at the bitches

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Now why you muggin' a nigga? Let bitch go
Let her bounce with a out six coat
Let her out and flick it off a disco
Let me gas up, dick her and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I to get throat
Yo' stupid ass tryin' to stay in here and lick
Good girls G's, that's how the shit go
That's why niggaz need to up and get low

I know you heard of, I'm doe
Let me check my palm pilot, I'm gettin'
Let me check my squad' wallets, we gettin'
My squad up in the crowd wilin', they more
by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, get some blow
You hustlin' block, pop and you get some more

(One)
Never gonna tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my
(Three)
Never let the money with me
(Four)
I'ma stop hollerin' at these bitches

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