Luyện nghe bài hát Tell Me

504 I solemnly swear that I'll
Or on any of my homies
That's the code to the streets, ya me
What's up Krazy, we in
The new no limit code to the streets

Could you me where my niggas at
In the pen or the grave I'd figure that
Could you tell me Lord triggered that
I guess these bricks got a nigga trapped

As I inhale the weed, dropping as I leave the cemetery
My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is
Try to hold in my pain, I drink I'm buried
This Hennessey got me gone, my are blurry

Face to with reality, my dog is gone
For them bitch that did it, I finger fuck my chrome
And my dogs in the Penn, fifty to life
I'm a soldier till I die, 3 strikes

I remember with my niggas for fun
If I then you bust, I gave you my gun
Telly, dog you I miss you, I still got love
Just to be the man you was, I'd drink your blood

Could you me where my niggas at
In the pen or the grave I'd never that
you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks got a trapped

you tell me where my niggas at
In the pen or the I'd never figure that
Could you tell me Lord triggered that
I guess these project bricks got a trapped

Kevin Miller you gone but you always
C and Mac locked up but we still a
Received letters from the Penn, homies feel my
25 caught ten, man it's a game

DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer
See our tone is black, so our time is borrowed
I'm in a with three killas, so unleash the beast
And the judge send a about cop a plea

They say we angry cause we can't breathe,
Facing life so strike three, independent
records call us coke dealers
C-Murder innocent trapped and we fight
It so the world feel us

Could you me where my niggas at
In the pen or the grave I'd never figure
you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project bricks got a nigga

you tell me where my niggas at
In the pen or the grave I'd never that
you tell me Lord what triggered that
I guess these project got a nigga trapped

Lord please my nigga mail
Did my homie his soul to get out of jail
I heard my nigga Mac finally make bail
We hot boy, thugging trying to make mail
The drought is

For my still slang for livings
Thank God Black Jesus is
I try to tell my little homies, no love on the streets
But my niggas don't hear shit, it's time to eat

And these soldiers, will your head if you slipping
I feel like my dog P, I ain't tripping
A fiend at 14, look what the game done did him
I can his mama scream as the chopper hit him

Could you tell me where my at
In the pen or the I'd never figure that
Could you me Lord what triggered that
I guess these bricks got a nigga trapped

Could you tell me where my at
In the pen or the grave I'd figure that
Could you tell me what triggered that
I these project bricks got a nigga trapped