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Lời bài hát: Manslaughter (featuring Rick Ross and The-Dream)

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So how can I be anything I wanna be, if I die in my dreams? It's gon' be a miss letter, or homicide If you fuckin' with me, hold on to my hand It's gon' be a miss letter, or homicide If you fuckin' with me, hold on to my hand So many problems I can kill with just a text Not many baubles put a razor to my neck So many fathers raised with zombies and injects So when it come to ops, murder I expect Pop smoke, gunshot, focused on one spot White glove, dice game, put Chamberlain on the block The rain man, my stocks is what I watch Carrier casket, a nigga carry some shots Bumper clod, niggas in drop tops I deserve a shine, labels turn to shrines Still keepin' it real, every word and line Can I freeze the watch, you niggas burnin' up It's gon' be a miss letter, or homicide If you fuckin' with me, hold on to my hand Full door, haters in the back Big body, answers to the blame The politics and we ain't into that Spooky opps to the clipped hand 40 carats on my wrist dance Me dreadin' to lift them Full door, haters in the back Big body, answers to the blame The politics and we ain't into that Spooky opps to the clipped hand 40 carats on my wrist dance Me dreadin' to lift them Me dreadin' this gon' be a miss, slaughter Oh, I'ma suffer If you fuckin' with me Oh, one of mine This gon' be a miss, slaughter Oh, I'ma suffer If you fuckin' with me Oh, one of mine Tell my niggas, make sure your debt is paid Tell my children, make sure your dead get made Tell my girl, I'm missing you these days I'm missing you these days Tell my niggas, make sure your debt is paid Tell my children, make sure your dead get made Tell my girl, I'm missing you these days I'm missing you these days Funny how the worst *** happens to the best of them Oh la la la la la Crazy how the best *** happen to the rest of them Oh la la la la la So how can I be anything? How can I be anything? I wanna be I just wanna be free In my dreams I just wanna be free In my dreams Hey Just wanna fly free I just want to be me I just want to live out all my dreams Thanks for watching!