Luyện nghe bài hát Shabba

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My niggas, we up some commas
Some of them dirty shabba
Jamaican and Haitian, no matter, pull up with choppers
All of my got rounds, I spray a new face on you clowns
I got a bitch in the viddy, I her the shrimp and the lobster
I put that girl in Givenchy, Versace, I'm feeling like
How that bitch so Hollywood, but that bitch living in
But I be training hoes, fresh out the boat, yeah

She got me blowing trees shabba
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10 rings like shabba, yeah
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She got me rolling through like
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Ride in the like shabba
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She got me blowing trees like
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Gwan go fuck up the like shabba
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Bounce to the beat like
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Shawty ride with a nigga the west coast
Down south pimp, I done hoes
My life so good, I done blessed
I might crowd for my next show
All of my is trappers
We take the on the road
You see the line the corner
We selling dope at the
You see the ice on my
You see my neck full of
Boy, you at with your girlfriend
I got a house full of
Homie, I stay on the
I a play, then I go
I got a house full of
wanna play in the snow

Bare foreign jaws thought my name was
I ain't a fuckery, I a passer
I got a one peng ting cooks me pasta
I bands in the Benz, chuck ash in the Astra
Man my wanna gimme goodie good good
But she done told me this hoody too
My wan' smoke dope in the hood
I told her hold on baby, go suck on wood

She got me blowing trees like
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Bounce to the beat like
like shabba
10 gold rings shabba, yeah
Something shabba
She got me rolling through like
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in the Benz like shabba
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She got me blowing like shabba
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Gwan go fuck up the like shabba
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Bounce to the beat like
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She shut up
wanna get with a trapper
Blowing on sess the grubber
Gold tee like
Trap boy rapper
She go south, then back up
Man can't wife up no
Man bust ting to my brudda
P's to my mother
Trap in the street for the
Man bet' have manners
yeah, we got lot of
Foreign gyal looking
her shots like a chopper
Bad rolling up the grams
Wanna love a man like I'm

She seeing chains and cocaine
Spend dance on the dope
So a nigga aim that so
I pray a nigga never my homie
Man if you touch my homie
Man down, man down, man
Lift her up, her home shake
I got the Gs I'm OJ
We P for the cocaine
up to no hoe, oh no way
Told the feds I giving up no names
coming in plentily
Amnes' in loads, aye
on my friend here put her hand
On my friend, get

She got me trees like shabba
like shabba
Bounce to the beat shabba
like shabba
10 gold rings shabba, yeah
Something like
She got me rolling through like
Something shabba
Ride in the like shabba
Something shabba
She got me trees like shabba
Something like
Gwan go fuck up the beat shabba
Something shabba
Bounce to the beat like
like shabba

Through the with a bracker
No key, mon' up
Smoke ki' my brother
Gold tee like
ring, setting one up
OT selling
TU, turn up
Walked in, the run up
Uck tryna uck us
T like, man up
Sea getting guala
give a man utter
Daylights so stutter

She's calling me
I her uh uh
Boom in the bedroom
So wet like I her bladder
I'm old like shabba
all gold like shabba
Bad bitches they up
Wanna do man under the
Beemer, Bentley or
Spring, winter or
Ring trap, the runner?
Big strap, need
Man to it up
Big bags, can't it
Section, OHB, better

She got me blowing like shabba
Something shabba
to the beat like shabba
Something like
10 gold rings shabba, yeah
Something shabba
She got me through like shabba
Something shabba
Ride in the like shabba
Something like
She got me blowing like shabba
Something shabba
go fuck up the beat like shabba
Something shabba
Bounce to the beat like
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