Luyện nghe bài hát 38

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I don't think they the time

Heard the fucked up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the thirty
I lie, man that shit got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
Glass pot, on
Red dot, on
Five shots, on

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

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

I'm in that purple Lam', looking like dirty Sprite
Catchin' passes with them birds, yeah rowdy white
Where I'm from them things hot, and that is cheap
And ain't nobody hearing shit, they trying to eat
All they can eat, style
selling anything, buffet wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah overbite
Need me nine stupid deals, this is overpriced
Got it sealed up, that's the hide the scent
So much if they pull you over, smell it through the vent
If people hit them lights, I be a nervous wreck
When you don't fear but the lights, now that's a nervous check

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