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 juice
you
I got shit on my mind
(I know)

My nigga Frog dead, dog
They shot my nigga in his head, dog
You heard what the fuck I just said,
Walk my closet like fuck everything red, dog
If you seen your best friend stiff, you cry too
Sometimes I even wanna be a Piru
Then I about it like, fuck everything blue
Who killed my brother?
(I know)
Who G man too? The shit I seen men do
If I you, I'd have me floating in cement shoes
See Compton ain't really
And I've been at the bottom of the pits, me?
I done had some niggas try to kill me
Fake in my crew
Crip niggas more than a few of my Piru
I done been shot, had a or two
Above the rim like Pac, I'm like birdie at the
I can't lie, every time I see Suge my beat
Cause I don't know if I dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my streets
And who gon' it from me?

think they know me
But they do not me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna names
explain
I can kill you but ain't nothing 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 Madden I heard a knock
Everybody know I got shot but for niggas that forgot
I thank God that I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's 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 with this Crip in my
Shit started cause we and he couldn't see me
usually ten niggas in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I'm a janitor at Wing Stop
I play Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm with taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my not
Hole in my chest the size of a Kumquat
I who shot me cause I shot them
But who set me up? I tripping but
(I know)

They think they me
But they do not me
I do not know me
Who my homie?
I wanna know
explain
I can kill you but ain't nothing gonna
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 Wack
Shit, he ain't always have a nigga
When I met him, he was standing Suge
And everything is all good you banging for your hood

That nigga Wack got my number and came
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 even his fuckin' sentence
I owe him shit, but real recognize real
Now we like two Pits
Cross him, you cross me
And don't forget about my nigga AR be
He be in the cut, niggas nuts, don't give a fuck
Love his Game to death, and he mean it from the guts
Blood, what's up? Which one of you mothafuckas wanna try us?
(I know)