Luyện nghe bài hát Dumpin'

Who you
One nation under a thug in scar
nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and by far
Young nation trying to get this

Murderous mind state, can't my nine straight
Sipping on Hennessey, waiting for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down,
Westside, Row, Outlaw riders

mob of pistol packers
Well known felons, labeled for drug selling, merciless
buzzed roll with thugs and dons
Commence to letting off rounds, escape in the fog

Who wanna see me solo? Catch Makaveli while he
My mini-fourteen murdering niggas while they
or you ass out, drink till you pass out
Ain't to die, drunk driving in my glasshouse

is under me, they bitches come to me
They the stories nigga, now they want to really see
Bomb first my motto is guaranteed
Niggas is player haters, label my enemies, I'm dumpin'

Who you
One nation under a in bullet scar
Young nation no revolution and no
One nation young, black and by far
Young nation just to get this

it's on I'm popping off every chance I get
Out the on some uptown anthem shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no here I've been here before
Fugitive force at my girlfriend's door

Now they checking in her bedroom, I there
Forty Cal's, extended clip's steel, I scared
Outlaw, and best believe won't take me alive
I'm different and prove it if it take me to die

that God had a plan for me but
He won't be laying up in my casket and life in a can for me
Maybe I'm brazey and paranoid a bitch
Me dying? You think I'll let see joy from that shit?

Walking dead angels spending days by me
New Jon like Dave Tyre
Young George or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, got brat
A soldier like Geronimo

And come through the black pound
When put twin towers up, 'Pac, I'm knocking 'em back down
Poster child yeah, Air Force one's with the crocodile
One poster wild sex

and murder, is all I breathe in my life
It's full of judges and chasing enemies in the
Through the Henney I see the eyes of the
G riding with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the

Who you
One nation under a thug in bullet
nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, black and by far
nation just trying to get this

I always thought I'd have to die to do a record 'Pac
So I wrote the perspective of a graveyard box
You end up in a box of them grave robbing bastards
Dig ya' grave back up you out the casket

Worms in my eyes through my cabbage
It's the flesh to the bones, the bones to the
But I'm not dead, I'm in a session
With the 'Pac keeping the shot money,

They don't really want no drama, I know goon's
That's why I keep pressure on like on a open wound
God given, He keep giving me better music
So every time you hear me, my songs present

Y'all can't kill me, y'all forever
are evolution if I load your gun for you will you bang it out
With some other niggas you better it
try to lie and say you was busting I'm clever stupid

Claiming you repping
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you
You never used it, the none a dream, get ready for execution
Papoose, Fatal and 'Pac, the

Who you
One nation under a thug in scar
nation no revolution and no cause
One nation young, and dangerous by far
Young just trying to get this

Young nation just to get this
Just to get this