Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

Bounce that ass, load cribs
Let me see the mobbin' niggaz that talk
these muthatfuckaz be scummy
And'll go for the

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

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

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

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Til a nigga bust, bustin' back
Guys roll them dice and win
Girls with 'fits that show the

Real niggaz your best friend at the pen
hoes let your best friend know about men
'Cause I be ass
make a full glass disappear like a genie
Move to the LOX and

While them backin' that thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the could see me
When I Ruff Ryde with
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you want herb we got

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

By know everybody should know, that the kid tight
And this kid fire light
And the bitch I don' fucked last night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the muthafuckin' magazine 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
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that
that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my rainbow is color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter 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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, slow
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know real out here
(They damn don't)
This is 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

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

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

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

You gon' make me a all nighter
Standin' in front of your crib that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)