Luyện nghe bài hát Cell Ready

Man this volcano bag get you high as
Yo TM, you know I'm saying mane, Its time man you know
Finna get the whole high man
Let them these side effects
This shit finna be deadly

Fuck with my fam, this shit gon' get
gon' have to get my cell ready
Play with my paper, this shit get deadly
They have to get my cell ready
Short me on my dope, this shit gon' get
They have to get my cell ready
Fuck with one of my niggas, shit gon' get deadly
They gon' to get my cell ready
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What niggas on,, hand me my chrome
Goin back to snatching niggas out they Cadillac and send home
Smoke em' like a bong, its back to counting money when I'm stoned
Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will get you and they'll never leave you alone
My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I just make one call back to top off your
Off with your head, bitch I'm a king I got with 2's protecting my throne
One shot then you gone, you should've known. I'm a real I cannot be cloned
I'm filthy still don't let a penny go
I be up all like I'm Arsenio
Freaky bitches the dick in any whole
Now famous cause they in my video
Who you I don't buy
I judge I just go off vibes
When I the sky then hop in this ride
Taylor Gang we don't die
world is mine I delete you guys
We all eat we don't need your kind
And get that cash but family
Be prepared to grind put in work
Fuck nigga what you do for this ice
You think its really worth your life
How bad you stripes, my young niggas killers
If I give the then they smashing you niggas
Bunch of youngins' from a broken home
Slanging n roll but ain't no rolling stone
Streets welcome niggas in with open
If I catch the charge I'm a post a
You god damn right I'm a certified boss I can cut the or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till' I
You want beef you ain't thinking clear. I'm too busy tryna make a fucking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh really bout they business
I got niggas with me got any feelings
They just really wit it, they into killing
Hard as hell on the but nigga in the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got more stamps a nigga mail
It a problem if I catch a body then I'm heading over seas I'll never see a sail nigga!

GANG!