Luyện nghe bài hát 24's

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Money, hoes, cars and
That's how all my know
Blowin dro,
That's how all my roll

[T.I.]
In a drop top Chevy with the roof open
My partners looking at me to see if my eyes
Cause I've been dranking, and I've been
Flying down 285 but I'm
Four four's, I race Porsches
White leather seats, as as Air Forces
bout a hundred but the track still bumping
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20
And the boys holling "what's happening", kid running in
The clicks dancing and the broads start choosing
And the been parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the in the hood
Cause I ain't Hollywood, I from the hood
I'm used to it, if your rear view and your seats vibrating
24 inch Dayton's got the shaking

[T.I.]
I'll a mill' and I'm satisfied, I'll get the rest
Underaged in the tightest ride, I want the best
I refuse to get a 9 to 5, I'm a my ki's
Been paying my since eighty-nine, trying to get my cheese
Diamonds gleam when I'm on the scene, know its me
no dream or no fantasy (bitch) it's T-I-P
Brought busting, a baby do a blanket
Five VVS's on my motherfucking pinkie
Half of Hennessy and
we drinking, pimp squad send for broads
What the you niggas thinking
Young nigga spending on the islands in the fall
24 inch rim shining I'm riding cause I'm balling
I'm calling out shots like a shark
My tools spark in the dark when I marks
Y'all fools hearts in the place at the wrong time
I got a strong mind to grab my chrome
And shoot at your ass for a long
But I'm a get that ass hauled off, around with the click
be looking for your dick wit a stick
Nigga y'all soft, so y'all lost, cause ball at all costs
Spit at a dame, make her ride on this thing
Til she falls off and balls off, I got the

[T.I.]
I'm not bouncing little shorty, I'm right now
I probably be trapping if I wasn't rapping right now
about pistols at the house, I want 'em strapped right now
Keep on talking folk, I'll lay you on your right now
Want ta act now, get smacked right now
I'm a buck a motherfucker, I don't to back down
Clown here 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 getting head from the jays
Lose your leg when I spray, end up dead the 'K
Stay ready for the raid, heavy from the yay
I told my class to kiss my ass, I smoke 11