Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to the 9, niggas tryin' to steal my bitch
Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the
I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, a bitch

Let off a couple shots, goddamn, I
Sayin' fuck it anyway, let off the whole
I'm not to be with when I'm off liquor
Old English in my 'bout to kill me a nigga

See, I remember back in the days, my A.K.
'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze
That's when I didn't a fuck, now I got my sons
Shoot a nigga, he die, public number one

But this ain't no flick, no Johny Depp shit
the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus
So, don't fuck with a Compton
When he a gat, yeah nigga, I stay strapped

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
could it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to a swisher
'Cause that's real niggas do when they at home
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 flatscreen
K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic green

Gave up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack
Turn hood zombies into an track team
I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to clear my life up, Doc. me the vaccine

Don't get it twisted, I still click clack
Red beam attached to each and every
That I keep locked up in my
If I shoot a will I be known
For gettin' Jason, I know

Still got a sick phase for shoot and car chases
Paccino 'cause we know niggas with scarred faces
And we go back like D-boys small faces
And we crashin' them Ferraris y'all hate me

I think it's
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four
Or the old sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

(You they ass is full)
Niggas can't with me, will stit
I guess I am a motha legend, Will Smith
All I'm is a bitch like Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the fence later, Syonara or we the dirt shit

Black rose phantom interior hurt
And I got kisses from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, to Common
But Game keep it hood like Weez and top

stop comin' for the top
If it a flesh wound if Feralla headshot
Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets your frame
My boss and allowed to trigga swallow your vein

Can't through the club and take a piss
Without new school rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck with you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the with the four colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze, what could it be?

Do you shawty, do your thing shawty
Do you thing shawty, err'body now
Do you shawty, do your thing shawty
Do you thing shawty, err'body now

Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now