Luyện nghe bài hát 211

Hey p man
Remember that shit last year you was talking that
murder shit
Won't you kick more of that shit

1

Jumped out the mean mugged at some sucker punks
King flashed the gauge, them hoes didn't no pub
So they smashed off hella
Why them hoes was leaving me and sonja c was plotting some gangster
So put this nine up in bra strap
And when we get inside this liquor store your eyes up on them japs

c:
So get hands up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause sonya c's a trigger bitch
So don't be talking that fucking
Understand it's a jack give up the cash or you'll be cheese

p:
Touch the button and hurt you bitch
Why you had to and make p get his hands dirty
And that'll be some fucking more
Sonya c grab the tape cause we ain't leaving no fucking
The day the paper reads no leads

c:
Just a bunch of motherfucking japanese
p:
Jumped in the car and to the rich
Bonnie and clyde or should I say gangsta

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A 211
We cash we robbed the liquor store

2

I'm getting chronicked out or should I say up
? ? one g and it's of us
I seen my face on the news and time to chill
But I can't cause I got too fucking bills
Grabbed my glock it only had three trick
But if I run out I ain't I'll choke a bitch
Walked in the liquor store with my 44
Played it bought a snapple man fuck them hoes
He opened the register I to do his ass
I ain't tripping the p wasn't wearing a mask
Blew out some chronic, showed no
Told hoes get they ass on the figgety floor
Snatched the cash and my pistol still
Left them hoes the raiders left oakland

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3

Cali g had the without no zig zag
on partner I'm gone go get some fucking zags
Now I'm off to the store
And just in case it be some funk, I'm gone my 44
Now you know the p don't take no
But this arab started me
Like I was gone steal shit
He was strapped so I had to quick
Put my 44 to the of this bitch
Drop pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put hands up in the air
play a little fucking game
Simon say the register hoe
His bitch looked it good so I told her to my 44
He got jealous tried to jump I hit him with the
Put more cash in my pockets than trump
And I'm off to the freeway real
Got damn, forgot zig zags

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-alright you inmate o 652
Get your ass back in cell boy
-damn, now y'all know do pay
But you don't get away