Luyện nghe bài hát Hellrazor

Major, hell, motherfuckin',
This one out to my nigga, Mike Coolin', hell, yeah
Mama a hellrazor, born thuggin'
and mean, muggin' at sixteen

On the scene, watchin' buggin'
Kickin' up dust the older G's
up the game that was told to me
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't

I learned not to the bitch from the prostitutes
Was taught lessons, a young nigga askin'
While other suckers was guessin', I was ganked for
Elementary wasn't for me, can't regret it

I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm class
And I'm buckin', blastin', mashin'
Mobbin' through the laughin'
While these other try to figure out, no doubt

They of a nigga's clout, tell me Lord
Can Ya feel me? I keep my on the trigger
some nigga tried to kill me
And Mama a hellrazor, everyday gettin' paid

on my pager, straight stressin'
A fugitive, my is under question
Wanted for investigation and even though I'm for death
spark 'til I lose my breath

Motherfuckers, time I see the paper
I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin'
They come to get ya, it's a motherfuckin' trap
And they wonder why it's bein' black
Dear Lord can Ya feel me? major, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major
Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama a hellrazor, stress gettin' major
Lord, be my Savior, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major
Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin'
Lord, be my Savior, uh

Mama a hellrazor
Dear Lord, can Ya me? Stress gettin' major, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major
me Lord, can Ya feel me? Show a sign

Damn, we're running time, everybody's dyin'
Mama a hellrazor, can't figure
Why you let the police beat niggaz?
I'm startin' to think all the rich in the world is
While the po' babies restin' in the graves
God, come, the youth

Ain't nothin' else to do but have in You
Dear Lord, I live the of a thug, hope You understand
Forgive me for my mistakes, I gotta play my
And my hand's on the sixteen-shot,

Crooked cop Glock, tell me Lord
Can Ya me? Show a way
I'm prayin' but my enemies go away
And I turn, I see niggaz burn

Every nigga that I on death row
My younger homie's seventeen and he a price
Little motherfucker doin' triple life
Though I tell him in his letters, it's gettin'
If my nigga knew the truth he'd hit the
Just heard ya baby's mama was out, fuck the drama

Wanna break my Loc out, blunts
Gettin' drunk off that gin
'Bout to break my out the fuckin' pen
Mama raised a hellrazor, uh,

C'mon, uh, Mama raised a
Uh, dear Lord, can Ya feel me? Stress major
Lord, be my Savior, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, gettin' major
Lord, be my Savior, uh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin'
Lord, be my Savior, uh

Mama raised a hellrazor, stress major
Lord, can Ya hear me? It's just me
A young nigga to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin', come and save me

The whole world done made a nigga
I got my three-five-seven, can't it
Screamin' die and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, I cause

Thug motherfucker, duck, quick
Now, am I wrong? If I am, worry me
Do or die gettin' 'til the bury me
Dear Lord, if Ya hear me, me why

Little like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just the shot
Her little body couldn't it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news, I see girl killin' 'Tasha

Now, I'm screamin', Fuck the
In the end, my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my drop
Thug Life, motherfucker, I lick

Every on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord, can Ya me? When I die
Let a be strapped, fucked up and high
With my hands on the trigger, nigga

like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a for life
I got the to fight, now
Mama a hellrazor why cry
just life in the ghetto, do or die