Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Live

I've been some deep thoughts when that L blowin'
Niggas in know it when you do it
Do it yourself and never no one
You see them shells blowin'? I go to hell
That I had them eagles sitting down like Owens

I spell evil backwards, I gotta
If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an bastard
You know that diesel acid when it reach the
I swear to God, burn, turn these streets to ashes

in the charger, still smoking, L's laughing
I'm coaching Carter' call me Samuel L. Jackson
been fags, funny like Sinbad
Me, I'm the hood, my life savings in a gym bag

I'm flamin' the 40, I ain't even
If you with your then I put your brain on your shorty
I ain't open that damn for the fame and the glory
I was to Jamrock's like Damien Marley

Ayo, I'm living better, second letter with a set of
Butter leather, sweater and some better bling
Black beretta, niggas better not have said a thing
For the cheddar, I'm not a forgetter or regret a

I could get her, don't have to sweat her or to get her
I could dead her or feel better just to let her
you met her she was better than Coretta King
Y'all lived together, she was get a wedding ring

She me and blows me like she owes me
You knows me, I take whatever life me, shows me
Girls don't like boys, they like cars, money and some of good smoke
Kush jars of 20, a few good jokes
But it's far funny when you in the hood broke

But see I understand what makes underhand
So I put a hundred grand to put you on the land
This ain't you wanted man

I'm a problem for every rapper breathing, on track I'm eating
It's a fact I'ma be a factor and wrap the
I pull my strap and
Come out with a pack of demons that'll leave the bleeding

You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know jack or scheming
You can see the tiger stripe J from a away
Yellow white and glasses
Chain's so sick I don't a piece for it
I can hear the streets talking, I dare you to for it

I'm strapped if you look closely you can see the
Hate niggas keep talking, they usually be informants
That Brooklyn bullshit, you believe, I'm on it
You know if my would wanted
(Flow)
Put G's up on it

But naw, I get along with these rapping cats
mad my chain the same size as their platinum plaques
That's a fact, let me get mine then after
I'm completely done with rap, you can have it back

Heaven sport thoughts for the winter
Summer for the winter
These long john fiends come in shorts in the winter
it snows in the winter, hope you getting my drift
And you should hold your head back you getting the drip

Drip the little grip, I cover the order
When I floss, I'm a boss, I front you a quarter
See the cross all flooded, little stones in the
And I got a divorce so I'm looking for Run's daughter

Tell the Rev that I'm dealing with some
The sunshine on him 'cause the coupe a see through
Danky women, Antik
His pockets be nauseous, the man's keep spinnin'

Trickin' on niggas, throw a lil' on 'em
My niggas'll seek 'em, they out the semis on 'em
You'd spit on God then go against him
They was second guessing then squad up 'em

can't take me in a dark gray Jag
Seats the leather as the Mark J bag
Jaz, the kind of that the Narcs may tag
'Cause I'm the kind of butter like Parque had

Y'know, I ain't a hoe that'll want a nickel of
The street need a stack that's as thick as a curb
And you might catch a chick in the
Maybe 'cause I'm nice with the nails, and slick the verbs

Yeah, it's Ms. Jizzaz, fizzaz to
I'm like better with a little pizzaz
I wasn't sworn in just to in
Been since the moment that I was born in

And money is hereditary
That California kush got my red as cherry
bitches waiting on their next payday
I'm in the XK8 with the body of an
And I'm holding the SK straight, nigga