Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

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

My little nigga dead, dog
They my little nigga in his head, dog
You heard what the fuck I just said,
Walk inside my closet fuck everything red, dog
If you seen your best friend stiff, you cry too
Sometimes I don't even be a Piru
Then I about it like, fuck everything blue
Who killed my motherfuckin'
(I know)
Who killed G man too? The shit I men do
If I told you, I'd have me in cement shoes
See Compton ain't really
And I've been at the of the pits, feel me?
I done had some real niggas try to me
Fake niggas in my
Crip niggas more loyal 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 my cross streets
And who take it from me?

think they know me
But they do not me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I know names
Click-clack
I can kill you but nothing gon' change
But I do it anyway
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 Madden I heard a knock
Everybody know I got but this for niggas that forgot
Sometimes I thank God I got set up
you shot twice in the chest, it's kinda hard to keep your head up
Suspect one: the 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
usually ten niggas in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I'm a janitor at Wing Stop
I usually Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm cool with taking mine, but I took niggas' gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my not
Hole in my chest bout the of a Kumquat
I know who shot me cause I shot
But who set me up? I tripping but
(I know)

They think know me
But do not know me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I wanna names
Click-clack
I can kill you but ain't nothing change
But I do it anyway
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 Wack
Shit, he ain't have a nigga back
When I met him, he was behind Suge
And everything is all good when you banging for hood

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