Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I don't think know the time

Heard the fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard going for the thirty straight
I can't lie, man that got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
Red dot, on
shots, on fire

Ooh oh, your back
And he way to flashy, got my toys
Nigga I just left the lot, I ain't come to
He pull me from my dealer tag, you trying to say
Know niggas doing ten, blame it on the yay
Clip hold half a hundred, it on the K
Still the realest in it, these niggas CB4
This is fuck a records, and I'm the CEO
Got them stack long and wide, like Lego blocks
ain't even my real home, this my Lego spot
You ever so much money in a duffel bag?
Soon as you up the zipper, the bitch will double brag

I don't they know the time
Heard the streets up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the thirty
I can't lie, man that shit got me
Red hot, on
Glass pot, on
Red dot, on
Five shots, on

I'm in that purple Lam', looking some dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes with birds, yeah that rowdy white
I'm from them things hot, and that talk is cheap
And ain't nobody hearing shit, cause they to eat
All can eat, buffet style
selling anything, buffet wild
DB9 grill, yeah that overbite
Need me stupid deals, this shit is overpriced
Got it vacuum up, that's the hide the scent
So much that if pull you over, smell it through the vent
If people hit them lights, I be a nervous wreck
When you don't fear nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous

That black tee with them nice
The ski is my uniform
You know I heard homies don't like them
If they the right price I might go 'em for you
Take ya out and you ok
Niggas a stand on that dope case
Got out chillin' at a bird house
Shoulda seen the look on that ho
When we kicked the off the hinge
Niggas that don't know out to win
Six feet when you catch a nigga 'sleep in the streets
Man I bet he won't off again
Niggas a Chevy and blowed off the lid
Show a hundred pounds and balled off the
A couple hundred shots will off the picks
'Til my homeboy get home off his bid
I'mma still do
Two pumps in the pickup
Everybody keep your cool cause if anybody
The bust shots will tear your clique up
get rushed out the ambulance lift up, lift off
Face in his ribcage, off
Niggas tax 30 for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than flip soft I'mma on, fire