Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

Here we go
Ten years
You what man? Uhm
(I know)
it
Ayo C
Give me that Jamison and pickle juice
you
I got some shit on my
(I know)

My little Frog dead, dog
shot my little nigga in his head, dog
You what the fuck I just said, dog?
inside my closet like fuck everything red, dog
If you your best friend stiff, you would cry too
I don't even wanna be a Piru
Then I think it like, fuck everything blue
Who killed my motherfuckin'
(I know)
Who G man too? The shit I seen men do
If I told you, I'd have me floating in shoes
See ain't shit really
And I've been at the bottom of the pits, me?
I had some real niggas try to kill me
Fake niggas in my
Crip niggas loyal than a few of my Piru
I done shot, had a surgery or two
Above the rim like Pac, I'm like birdie at the
I can't lie, every time I see Suge my heart
Cause I don't know if I should dap him or let the speak
Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross
And who take it from me?

They they know me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna know
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't gon' change
But I might do it
You die any way
I'm die any way
We can go any day
It can be any day
But for you
is the day
is the day

I was playing then I heard a knock
Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas forgot
Sometimes I thank God I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, kinda hard to keep your head up
one: the homies never came to see me
Suspect Red hid my gun behind the TV
Suspect three: I was beefing this Crip in my apartment
Shit started cause we fought and he see me
There's ten niggas in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I'm like a janitor at Wing
I usually Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm cool with taking mine, but I took other niggas'
wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my lungs not
Hole in my chest the size of a Kumquat
I know who me cause I shot them
But who set me up? I ain't but
(I know)

They think know me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I know names
Click-clack
I can you but ain't nothing gonna change
But I might do it
You die any way
I'm die any way
We can go any day
It can be any day
But for you
is the day
is the day

Let me tell you how I met my nigga
Shit, he ain't have a nigga back
When I met him, he was behind Suge
And everything is all good when you for your hood

That nigga Wack got my number and through
Now let me you the type of shit the Game do
He in the booth where I was spitting
Gave him ten thousand, couldn't finish his fuckin' sentence
I ain't owe him shit, but recognize real
Now we two red-nosed Pits
Cross him, you gotta me
And don't forget about my nigga AR be
He be in the cut, that nuts, don't give a fuck
Love his nigga Game to death, and he mean it from the
Blood, what's up? Which one of you dumb wanna try us?
(I know)