Luyện nghe bài hát From Adam

Here we go
Ten later
You know what Uhm
(I know)
it
Ayo C
Give me that Jamison and that pickle
you
I got some on my mind
(I know)

My little Frog dead, dog
shot my little nigga in his head, dog
You heard the fuck I just said, dog?
Walk inside my closet like everything red, dog
If you seen your best stiff, you would cry too
I don't even wanna be a Piru
Then I think about it like, everything blue
Who killed my motherfuckin'
(I know)
Who killed G man The shit I seen men do
If I told you, I'd have me floating in cement
See ain't shit really
And I've at the bottom of the pits, feel me?
I done had real niggas try to kill me
Fake in my crew
niggas more loyal than 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 I see Suge my heart beat
Cause I don't if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross
And who gon' it from me?

think they know me
But do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who my homie?
I know names
explain
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 Madden then I heard a knock
Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas forgot
Sometimes I thank God I got set up
When you shot twice in the chest, it's kinda to keep your head up
Suspect one: the homies never 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
There's ten niggas in our dope spot
Cold ass night, I'm like a at Wing Stop
I play Xbox with the gun cocked
I'm cool taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
Chest wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my not
in my chest bout 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 do not know me
'Cause I do not me
Who killed my
I know names
Click-clack
I can you but ain't nothing gonna 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 you how I met my nigga Wack
Shit, he ain't always have a back
When I met him, he was behind Suge
And is all good when you banging for your hood

That nigga Wack got my and came through
Now let me tell you the type of the Game do
He in the booth where I was spitting
Gave him ten thousand, couldn't even finish his sentence
I ain't owe him shit, but real real
Now we like two red-nosed
Cross him, you cross me
And don't forget about where my 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 dumb wanna try us?
(I know)