Luyện nghe bài hát Dumpin'

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

Murderous mind state, keep my nine straight
Sipping on this Hennessey, for the time to break
Show up and motherfuckers bow down,
Westside, Death Row, riders

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

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

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

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

When it's on I'm off every chance I get
Out the window on some uptown shit
I'm stressing, but ain't no pressure here been here before
Fugitive task force at my girlfriend's

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

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

Walking dead angels spending last by me
New Jersey Jon like Tyre
Young or Jonathan Jack, your guns clap, mine'll got brat
A like Geronimo Pratt

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

Money and murder, is all I breathe in my
It's of judges and chasing enemies in the night
Through the Henney I see the of the devil
G with extra boxes of bullets to the nine in the shevil

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

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

Worms in my eyes eating my cabbage
It's the to the bones, the bones to the ashes
But I'm not dead, I'm in a session
the 'Pac keeping the shot money, progressive

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

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

Claiming you Ruthless
You got the same bullets you had when I loaded it for you
You never used it, the sareen a dream, get ready for execution
Papoose, and 'Pac, the revolution

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

Young nation trying to get this
trying to get this