Luyện nghe bài hát Street Cred

My name is Gucci Laflare and I don't really care.
I'm headed to the top I can meet you there.
Like 6 flags imma ride I wanna ride.
I the police mix ma name up in a homicide.
They say I'm crazy I get that from ma momma's side.
Sometimes times I feel sad the day wen my grand mama died
niggers hate on me so bad but I don't question why
Probably they can't a seat next to me in the sky.
But if you a black eye, I gladly oblige
You niggas mo pussy than lil kim and Minaj
And if u wanna come and scrape me come on and try
I'm not in ma best mood, fuck around and you die
HUH !

(Chorus)
I got Cred, Yea
I got don't caarree
I dare ya, I double ya (unknown) (x2)

I got Cred, Yea
I got don't caarree
I ya, I double dare ya (unknown) (x2)

This track is my canvas im gon paint paint on it
A bullet with name on it, do you want it?
I run from confrontations, I run to the fight
Tonight's, the night you might get Kimbo sliced you right
Whatchu so icy boys don't tote them chopper toys
All in north slanging boulder bails like gotti boys
All in south florida, bottle water, even
neva bust a grape, so homie kill the fuckin noise
I be in queens New York, there I got
When I touchdown in NY, I you niggers fuck with me
I know you wish I would go to jail, but you stuck me
AR 15 hit your homie, and he die

(Chorus)
I got cred, yea
I got don't care
I dare ya, I ya (unknown) (x2)

I got Cred, Yea
I got beef don't
I dare ya, I dare ya (unknown) (x2)

Im down to ride at
I guess I'm too full of pride, I told big getts???, I guess I get that my daddy side
I'm getting confused I feel the day my grand daddy died
thought I'd be a target, target of the FBI
When they threw me in the cell, I said what the
Told ma momma its gon be on, as I get out of jail
My brother came to see me, and I him I hope all is well
And my little precious niece and tell her that her uncle lives
See I do not play, get that from my Trey
I like to joog, I guess I... get that from my Sug
Love to drink I to smoke, get that from my uncle cody
And like my big uncle go, you try me I might cut throat
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(Chorus)
I got cred, yea
I got beef care
I dare ya, I ya (unknown) (x2)
I got Cred, Yea
I got don't caarree
I dare ya, I double ya (unknown) (x2)
!