Luyện nghe bài hát Sets Go Up

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

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

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

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

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

To show me the little that she done bought for me
I take it back to when the big timers was the size
When niggaz Dickies suits like it was regular jobs
We cop Adidas, ghost town and Anita's to be packed
And started poppin' and it started to crack
We used to Crazy Horse and shoot 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 a nigga? Let that bitch go
Let her bounce a gangsta out six coat
Let her wil' out and flick it off a
Let me gas up, her down and get ghost
Ain't trickin' for the vagina, I to get throat
Yo' ass tryin' to stay in here and lick toes
Good love 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 wallets, we gettin' close
My squad up in the wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, a '4
Five, and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and five, you'll get some blow
You your block, pop and you get some more

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

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