Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfiyah

[Verse 1: Dr.
Now will there ever be a day that my won't ride for me? For me?
Nah, nah, nah
And will there ever be a day that your bitch slide with me? Homie?
Nah, nah, nah
And it ever be a day that your hands ain't up when a nigga on stage
I been rollin' up haze in the for days just to work for a wage
Now I'm on, paid in this mothafucka
Who got a hit like this? And got heart and rich like this?
Never failed, 20 years and he still got grip like
And got kids a super hot bitch like this
You time tryna get like this
I wrote a script like this, I'm on some like...
I'm at on the track, nigga, this my shit
Try to my clip, you might get hit and divided

Dr. Dre]
Uh, kill shit, I'ma about it
Laid out with the around him
back as kings, came back with rings
What if we I never thought about it, nigga

Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my
Fuck a rasclaat, our enemies
Mi got a few chains a hundred keys
say they waan ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy worried me
[?] streets
Nuh call the pon me
A hundred keys in streets
Pussy boy, now I walk weed

[Refrain: Dr.
Uh, kill shit, talk about it
out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with
if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga

[Verse 2: Dr.
How you C.E.O.? D.R.E
What a nigga he could try to be
Uh, even I'm from a place where
Niggas got TECs, don't mean
Grew up 'round niggas, real camaraderie
Plus Crip niggas on the other of me
But I'm the only nigga I ever tried to be
Winner never sins, you know these tired of me
Not to it if you want crap shootin' in home
Where a nigga came from, my life
'Cause a nigga made hits my homies flipped bricks
Lot of them here, can't complain
to survive 9 to the 5
You ain't alive if you not willin' to die
The the low, the higher the high
Do or you don't, you or you fly
I you ride or die, nigga

[Refrain: Dr.
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk it
Laid out with the chalk him
Came back as kings, came back rings
What if we I never thought about it, nigga

Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set to my enemies
a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few chains a hundred keys
Them say they ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy never me
[?] hundred
Nuh the police pon me
A hundred keys in streets
Pussy boy, now I with weed