Luyện nghe bài hát 211

Hey p man
Remember that shit last you was talking bout that
Bloody murder
you kick some more of that shit

1

Jumped out the chev mugged at some sucker punks
King flashed the gauge, them hoes want no pub
So they smashed off hella
Why hoes was leaving 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 keep your up on them japs

c:
So get your hands up in the air
And break me off some cash cause sonya c's a trigger happy
So don't be talking that 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 make p get his dirty trick
And that'll be some fucking shit
Sonya c grab the tape cause we ain't no fucking evidence
The next day the reads no leads

c:
Just a of dead 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 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 fucking bills
my glock it only had three bullets trick
But if I run out I tripping I'll choke a bitch
Walked in the corner store with my 44
Played it cool a snapple man fuck them hoes
He opened the register I to do his ass
I ain't tripping cause the p wasn't a mask
Blew out chronic, showed no remorse
Told them hoes get ass on the figgety floor
the cash and my pistol still smoking
Left them hoes like the raiders 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 no shit
But this arab following me
Like I was gone steal some
He was strapped so I had to think
Put my 44 to the head of bitch
Drop pistol or she's dead man
Slowly put hands up in the air
play a little fucking game
Simon say open the hoe
His looked it good so I told her to suck my 44
He got jealous to jump I hit him with the pump
Put more cash in my pockets than donald
And I'm off to the freeway fast
Got damn, cali's zig zags

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