Luyện nghe bài hát 38

x5]
I don't think they know the

Heard the streets fucked up, I can see the
they going for the thirty straight
I can't lie, man that shit got me
Red hot, on
pot, on fire
Red dot, on
Five shots, on

Ooh oh, your back
And he way to flashy, got my toys
Nigga I just the lot, I ain't come to play
He me from my dealer tag, fuck you trying to say
Know some niggas doing ten, it on the yay
Clip half a hundred, blame it on the K
Still the realest in it, these niggas CB4
is fuck a nigga records, and I'm the CEO
Got them stack long and wide, like some blocks
This ain't even my real home, this my spot
You ever seen so much money in a bag?
Soon as you open up the zipper, the bitch will double

I think they know the time
Heard the streets up, I can see the sign
Heard they going for the straight
I lie, man that shit got me thirty-eight
Red hot, on
Glass pot, on
Red dot, on
Five shots, on

I'm in that purple Lam', looking some dirty Sprite
Catchin' with them birds, yeah that rowdy white
Where I'm from them things hot, and that talk is
And ain't hearing shit, cause they trying to eat
All they can eat, buffet
Nigga anything, buffet wild
DB9 stupid grill, yeah overbite
Need me stupid deals, this shit is overpriced
Got it vacuum sealed up, that's the the scent
So much that if they pull you over, it through the vent
If them people hit them lights, I be a wreck
When you don't nothing but the lights, now that's a nervous check

That black tee with them hoodies
The ski is my uniform
You know I heard your homies don't like
If they the right price I go shootin' 'em for you
Take ya out and you ok
Niggas took a on that dope case
Got murked out at a bird house
Shoulda seen the look on ho face
we kicked the doors off the hinge
Niggas that don't know out to win
Six feet deep you catch a nigga 'sleep in the streets
Man I bet he won't doze off
Niggas took a and blowed off the lid
a hundred pounds and balled off the bitch
A couple hundred will hold off the picks
'Til my homeboy Will get off his bid
I'mma do stickups
Two Mossberg pumps in the
Everybody keep cool cause if anybody move
The bust will tear your whole clique up
Niggas get rushed out the ambulance lift up, off
Face in his ribcage, off
tax 30 badges for the 36
I'd rather rob and steal than soft I'mma stay on, fire