Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

Here we go
Ten years
You what man? Uhm
(I know)
it
Ayo C
Give me that and that pickle juice
you
I got some 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 like fuck everything red, dog
If you seen your best stiff, you would cry too
Sometimes I don't even wanna be a
Then I think about it like, everything blue
Who killed my brother?
(I know)
Who killed G man too? The I seen men do
If I you, I'd have me floating in cement shoes
See ain't shit really
And I've been at the bottom of the pits, me?
I done had real niggas try to kill me
Fake niggas in my
Crip more loyal than a few of my Piru
I done been shot, had a or two
the rim like Pac, I'm like birdie at the troops
I can't lie, every I see Suge my heart beat
Cause I don't know if I dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, them my cross streets
And who gon' it from me?

They think they me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna names
Click-clack
I can you but ain't 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 then I heard a knock
Everybody I got shot but this for niggas that forgot
I thank God that I got set up
When you twice in the chest, it's kinda hard to keep your head up
Suspect one: the homies never to see me
two: Red hid my gun behind the TV
Suspect three: I was beefing this Crip in my apartment
Shit started cause we and he couldn't see me
There's usually ten niggas in our dope
ass night, I'm like a janitor at Wing Stop
I usually play Xbox 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 bout the of a Kumquat
I know who shot me cause I them
But who set me up? I ain't but
(I know)

They think they me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I wanna know
explain
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 nigga
Shit, he ain't have a nigga back
When I met him, he was standing Suge
And everything is all good you banging for your hood

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