Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

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

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

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

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

Gonna ride my ride
All the hoes that'll freaky niggaz, the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the homeys on the

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

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

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that 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 and Twista?
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, feel me

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

'Cause the only muthafuckin' that I read
Is I buy my gun from it
How many bullets you could in that one stomach?
I suggest run from it

And the click-click from the Calico, I go
Make it, pimp, a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that
Cookin' that coke to a pot of

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

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

And the only one bleedin' is you, tryin' to breeze 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, niggaz
With your open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

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

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

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

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

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