Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to 'til y'all throw up
We know y'all on 20's
We know y'all your hood
But how many kill

that ass, load them cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that shit
While these muthatfuckaz be
go for the money

Ready to ride when they a lick
Thugs the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, a 'dro blunt

Sippin' with a fifty sack under the
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the

Gonna ride 'til my
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
get buck up in the club
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

Anny up on the fin and go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Til a bust, they bustin' back
Guys that'll roll them and win
Girls with that show the skin

Real niggaz mind best friend at the pen
Real let your best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While them hoes backin' that up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
When I Ruff with Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you herb we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our hood
do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know should know, that the kid spit tight
And this kid spit fire
And the bitch I don' like last night
I don't a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only muthafuckin' that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you could digest in that one
I suggest y'all run it

And the from the Calico, I gotta go
Make it, pimp, with a lot of
I'm the same that's countin' that dough
Cookin' coke to a pot of gold

my rainbow is every color top that crackhead cop
I care I gotta cap me a cop
As long as I got money to cop me
A drop, pop glocks

Drag, open up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at
Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all upon me
I run up on y'all in a cab with a on me
And the only on is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

Double F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the O N
Catch me, potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
your insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out
(They sure don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether or bouncy beat, my flow be philosophical
Smokin' on tropical, all missions impossible
When I up the block at you, pop at you
If your momma cry nothin' I could do

Should not've with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, don't you it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
Everybody get up, spin a Twista, it's a stick up

This where the shit pick up, let me load this up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
see if you murdered who'll miss ya
I love the dirty South that's why I dirty mouth that'll burn you out

your bitch I got a dick that'll turn her out
Especially when I tell her turn around, I don' her now
come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, spittin' out weak shit, sound like my

You make me pull a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib with that gasoline and lighter
Now hit, we won't miss ya, and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)