реп. Музыка для тренировок (бой с тенью)

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Now ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my momma I'm a thug nigga Up befo' the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit 'em up, WESTSIDE Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped, no fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at - right? Passed by while these niggaz wonder why I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggaz still ballin