Luyện nghe bài hát 211

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

1

Jumped out the mean mugged at some sucker punks
King flashed the gauge, them hoes want no pub
So they smashed off hella
Why them hoes was me and sonja c was plotting some gangster shit
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 your up in the air trick
And break me off some cash cause c's a trigger happy bitch
So be talking that fucking japanese
Understand it's a jack give up the cash or you'll be cheese

p:
Touch the and i'ma hurt you bitch
Why you had to and p get his hands dirty trick
And that'll be fucking more shit
Sonya c grab the tape cause we ain't no fucking evidence
The next day the paper no leads

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

(chorus)
A 211
We cash we robbed the liquor store

2

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

(chorus)

3

Cali g had the chronic no zig zag
Hold on I'm gone go get some fucking zags
Now I'm off to the liquor
And just in case it be some funk, I'm bring my 44
Now you know the p don't no shit
But this arab started me
Like I was gone some shit
He was strapped so I had to quick
Put my 44 to the head of bitch
your pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put your up in the air
Lets play a fucking game
Simon say open the 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

(chorus)

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