Luyện nghe bài hát 10 Pints

(Intro)
Everyday ten
Ten thou', ten
Everyday ten
Ten thou', ten
Everyday ten
Ten thou'
Ten

(Hook)
Ten in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and all tryin' to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten pounds in the
Ten in the backseat, backseat, backseat

(Verse)
90s flow, mid tho, catch us in that Caddy
There he go, smokin' dope, man I it came from Pappy
Ab-Soul, so you know, don't be unfamiliar
West Side, Del Amo, I got it on my spirit
Spirit tho, ten hoes, in the CTS
Mando, windows up, that might make them undress
Oh fo' sure, ho­e, minus E and add the three
Three eyes to the third, murdered in the
Holy shit, who is this? They call me the God
Perform miracles and shit, I water into lean
Man I'm always gettin' cuz I stay 'round sum' trees
Man I'm gettin' faded but no barbershop fo' me

(Hook)
Ten pints in my backpack, ten in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and all tryin' to get fucked
Ten in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and all tryin' to have fun
stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!)
Made all them lap up, say what
(You made all women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they asking me fo' drugs
I got ten in the trunk, ten pints in my backpack

(Verse 2)
I made ten racks off ten to 4z, I spit crack, ten a show
Keep bad with their skin exposed, my hoes ? than winter clothes
Ten deep so finna roll, gon' lap up, girl, make sum' space
Ten pints in my backpack, more seals a naval base
I stole a 6, I'ma drink an eight, the deuce, I'm gon save it
I know these rapper dudes hate it when they hear me on their boo's
It's Young and my dues paid, fresh pair of cool greys
And I keep on me, like I'm in the UK
I'm on point Jeremy Lin, and I'm repping that H-Town
Soon as all of her is in, I made 'em bust it like Greyhound
That's right, I'm a man, ho, haters cannot Short
No matta if it's by Gucci, Louis V or ?

(Hook)
Ten pints in my backpack, ten in the trunk
Ten in the backseat and they all tryin' to get fucked
Ten pints in my backpack, ten in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all to have fun
stop! (Can you fit ten hoes in your backseat?!)
Made all them bitches lap up, say
(You made all women lap up)
Yup, ten in the backseat and they asking me fo' them drugs
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten in my backpack

(Verse 3)
Ten mil' in my back pocket, twenty thou' on these rap
Talking money, nah that's obnoxious, fuck hoes, pass chronic
Came thru, easily, Ab-Soul the new
Talking shit, leave him be, I'm chiefing weed, DVDs
Eatin' 5 star meals in my
My crib look like Johnny in Blow
Got a cast my arm, but I'm still smacking rappers
fuck with these bars, no homie, that's disaster
Sitting on a couple
Will please someone give them sum' fucking
You talking shit but where facts at?
Bitch I got ten in my backpack

(Hook)
Ten in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all to get fucked
Ten in my backpack, ten pounds in the trunk
Ten hoes in the backseat and they all to have fun
Don't stop! (Can you fit ten in your backseat?!)
all them bitches lap up, say what
(You made all women lap up)
Yup, ten hoes in the backseat and they me fo' them drugs
I got ten pounds in the trunk, ten in my backpack

(Intro/Outro)
ten thou'
Ten thou', ten
ten thou'
Ten thou', ten
Everyday ten
Ten thou'
Ten