Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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Money, hoes, and clothes
That's how all my niggaz
dro, twenty-fo'
That's how all my niggaz

[T.I.]
In a drop top with the roof wide open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes
I've been dranking, and I've been smoking
Flying down 285 but I'm
fifty four's, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as fresh as Air
Doing bout a hundred but the track still
8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment on 20 somethings
And the dope holling "what's happening", kid running in
The clicks start dancing and the broads choosing
And the cars been parked but the keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the in the hood
Cause I Hollywood, I come from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view shaking and your seats
24 inch got the Chevrolet shaking

[T.I.]
I'll make a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the
Underaged civilian in the tightest ride, I the best
I to get a 9 to 5, I'm a flip my ki's
Been my dues since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, they its me
Ain't no dream or no fantasy (bitch) T-I-P
busting, like a baby do a blanket
Five VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
of Hennessy and Belvedere
What we drinking, pimp send for broads
What the hell you thinking
Young spending weekends on the islands in the fall
24 rim shining when I'm riding cause I'm balling
I'm calling out like a pool shark
My tools spark in the dark I fool marks
Y'all fools in the wrong place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my nine
And shoot at ass for a long time
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, around with the click
They'll be for your dick wit a stick
Nigga soft, so y'all lost, cause I'ma ball at all costs
game at a dame, make her ride on this thing
Til she off and sucks balls off, I got the

[T.I.]
I'm not bouncing shorty, I'm relaxing right now
I still be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
Bragging pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your right now
ta act right now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I know to back down
Clown down faking, fronting
Talking what you making, nothing
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, shit to me ain't nothing
I'm raised by the niggas getting head from the
Lose leg when I spray, end up dead from the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, heavy from the yay
I told my class to my ass, I smoke 11 everyday