Luyện nghe bài hát Flashin'

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I'm goin' off Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a head
Chest out never understood up in the hood
knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for nothin' for no
Mannish little knucklehead hard head
Meanin' give a fuck about I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the with a knife

I was three years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a out
For trying to go between my paper route
Wet his ass up, that see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a away arsonist
extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat then motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or else you're

that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
Dope game got me this, certify high
Smokin' more than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N kind of on even payin'

Damn near flashin', what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm sayin' the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad
I got all kind of on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you my shit and I'm flashin'

Understand my shit, the is way damn real
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the
And I'm breakin' on the pavement, I'm flashin'
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm duh duh duh duh it out
At this, got it up, choppers in the back of the truck

About to light the nigga up
Bang shoot 'em up claim fame
Got a little to my name, as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's hard labor paper
Nigga twerkin', go to several car
Clickers come with VCR's
ovens and credit cards

Pullin' all kind of metal straps
Beatin' nijjas with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas crap
Try to more paper than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the yard
Liable, a whole on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal on arrival

Psycho, all about survival
ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white sock or
With the chrome pistal, whip a nigga
with a zap force, this hammer, arm and hammer
Bakin' soda, listening to the scanner, man
Can't win, especially when a packin'
stackin', mashin', flashin'

I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me
And put the flashlight to my window and me I was speedin'
And I got to, flashin' on ass
I got to actin' like a the motherfuckers told me
The day I go to turn off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, come out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to flashin' on yo' ass
Motherfucker up in the club, and a step on my shoe
And I got to

It's all bad, motherfucker used to be
Used to fuck the same hoes, Jeff clothes
Closer a bugger to a nose, choosin' vogues
Cadillac do's together, cookin' crack
Gettin' eighteens if back, overkill
Put the on the whoop, be on the lookout

For the state troop, shoot
the drug deal flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily raps motherfuckin' folkers out
about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get some day

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty a old hag
She gonna get stanky if you're get teared up
But us niggas bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffel bag, I squinges off the
ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars of chump change, chicken feed

A criminal a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz black and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra
Gun music slappin' party crashin'
Brash and motherfucker

The holiday just came on the second and third of the month
Made my check late and I got to, flashin' on
Next door neighbor hollerin' shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin' and I got ta
Tellin that I'm flashin'
a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron

He brought me Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly
A motherfucker up in this motherfucker flashin'
Get to testin' my nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad word get back to me and I'm
Lost all my money up in the game and I flash
Didn't let me up in the Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself flashin'

Bought dollar 250 worth of liquor and they to charge me
For some ice and I
Got jumped outside a house party left me for dead
When I got I seen them motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to
I tell ya, these niggaz I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit bitch, shit