Corrección Letra Live & Let Live par Scarface

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You wanna be startin' somethin'
That's why your gums always bumpin'
Talkin' 'bout a whole lotta nothin'
Learn to live and let live
Heard you was 'round there trippin'
Talkin' loud when ain't nobody listenin'
Learn how to take care of your business
n***a, it is what it is

Authentic from the entry
Start me or bench me
Who's for me? Who's against me?
Who love me or wanna lynch me?
Men be tryna tempt me but simply I don't give a
sh*t about a lick a d**k ass n***a
Who just wishin' for fame, need to switch up your lane
You just b*t*h and complain
Are you a chick or a mayne?
I got my d**k in my hand, my balls in my boxer briefs
Twenty-five years without a beef 'cause I'm not a thiеf
You need to learn to do your own damn playin'
Ain't walking hands holding hands with a grown ass man
Unless we'rе doing it for injustice or someone's tryna hush us
And rush us, but hell, we can't even trust us
Yet and still you got to help a brother
But that man may have the plan to try to step above ya, hmm
They tell ya they love ya
Go to another and throw your name in the gutter, you motherf**kers

Thugga, I'm just livin' life, mindin' mine, doin' fine
And here come you talkin' down on me from behind
All behind my back, you outta line, what's up with that?
You know that ain't facts, don't make me take them people back
A lie ain't sh*t to tell when explainin' why you failed
Quick to say Slim the reason you ain't set sail
Blame drugs, blame jail, blame your bad choices
That's what ain't got you with me ridin' 'round in Rolls Royces
So many voices sayin' this and that but what's facts?
Not much, so hush, and step the f**k back
I ain't got enough plaques to have this many haters
Thought the hood'll be proud to see a n***a gettin' his paper
And I see y'all still on that so I'll see you later
Always tryna start somethin' but I'ma keep it playa
Stand on your own two like a grown man and quit cryin'
'Cause a boss ain't tryna hold your hand, man

n***as is riffin' and trippin', they keep on runnin' they mouth
Talkin' sh*t about them times a n***a fronted an ounce
Talkin' sh*t about them times a n***a f**ked in they house
Can't be quiet, always got some sh*t they talkin' about
And be wonderin' why I ain't checked on 'em or called 'em back
'Cause I'm realizin' hoes like you don't know how to act
Fact, we cool, n***a, but we ain't partners
Sometimes I wanna tell Warren to slap sh*t out ya
Who shot ya? It wasn't me, y'all, I stay at the crib
And the night before that happened, dawg, I faded your b*t*h
Yeah, you know the type of n***a I is
I simply mind my motherf**kin' business, that's his
Tinted windows in my big truck so I could get my d**k sucked
Now, b*t*h, what? Go ahead and swallow your fears
You wanna keep startin' it up?
It'll take more than a kicked ass to spark him up, yeah

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